The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Why Don't We Go There

Qaphsiel Erebus's P.O.V

The amount of tension between me and Ezekiel right now you can cut and eat it. I sit outside, cross legged on top of a large stone. Sharpening two knives for the battle, I carefully drag a whetstone down the full length of the blades. Letting my hair loose and down, it whips in the strong desert wind. Turning attention back down to the task, I finish grinding the jagged edges.

Leaving only a clean smooth rim behind, soon taking a moment to examine the two daggers closely. I drag the tip of my finger across the curved metal, getting a small paper like cut on the tip of it. Definitely sharp enough to cut someone, I'm self-taught in the art of sharpening knives. I may not of had my own collection, but I knew somebody who did. They helped me learn how, even letting me keep one for self defense.

Sliding the shivs back into their holders, I unfold my legs. Gliding the thick leather sheaths onto my unbuckled belt, reattaching it back around me. I remain seated, assisting me in the gathering up of courage to face Zek again. Placing both boots into the sand, I lean up vertically. Dragging my shoes, I walk back to his hut, head low in shame.

I think it would just be easier if I left now, but I have a promise to keep. I didn't necessarily say it, but I was basically made a promise. A promise that I'll be here to the bitter end, fighting for the wildling's rights to be free. I owe Ezek that much, the whole ripping his heart out through his throat thing was free of charge. In time maybe we can at least be civil that time is not now, the wrong I have done will forever change us.

"Jade." A known voice calls, "What?" I question with a heavy irritated tone.

"If you're going to see Ezekiel he doesn't want to even look at you." Edward states, I turn towards him.

Flashing all four sharp fangs at Ward, a deep snarl thunders up through my throat.

"I'm not asking your permission." I say through gritted teeth, "I will not stop you, I was only warning." Ed raises both hands in surrender.

"Good Edward because you wouldn't get very far, I'm on the close edge of insanity and you're not helping." I spit, "Maybe you wouldn't be on the edge of insanity if you didn't stick your tongue down his from brother's windpipe." oh really?

Marching over to the eldest Styles, I wrap one hand around his neck. Lifting him off the ground easily, digging all my claws into the soft flesh.

Mr. Styles's eyes widen in shock, "Oh really? Instead of sticking my tongue down your esophagus, I'll instead rip it out. Styles hold your snake tongue before I tear it out of that thick skull of yours." I warn.

Warm red goo slides under my claws while I keep a strong hold, "If you ever say something like that again to me, I'll break your jaw, knock your teeth out. Understood Edward?" I threaten.

"Understood." With Ed's answer, I release him from my iron grasp.

A weak moment of guilt rushes through me, only to disappear within seconds. The oldest Styles knows how angry I am with myself, and he still continues to taunt me. Retracting all ten talons back into the fingernail beds, I walk away. Keeping a strong advance, both of my hips sway sharply from side to side. Making it to Mr. Black's shelter, I part the drape door back. Stepping inside cautiously, I'm suddenly pressed against a dresser.