Chapter 15
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Void POV
I shook my head as I walked away from my sisters room. I knew she had been sad recently, more depressed than anytime before that I’ve ever seen. I had a small smile on my face when I walked into my sister Artemis’ room.
“What’s with that smile? Did you figure out what’s going on with her? Why do I smell s*x?!” At first her expression was curious, by the end, she was horrified. I laughed, not even needing to read her mind to know where her thoughts went. I was laughing so hard I had tears in my eyes and I was bent over at the waist. Which is how Emmeranne found us; me laughing hysterically and Artemis looking equally parts horrified and anger. She was also getting angrier by the second the longer I laughed. I stood up as best I could and just continued to chuckle as I got my laughing under control. I looked at Em and told her the truth.
“Artemis smelled s*x on me after I went to go check on Zephirah and the look of horror on her face made me lose it.” I explained as best I could, still chuckling. I turned back to Artemis, still looking angry, but with a slight flush of embarrassment blooming on her cheeks. With how fair her skin is, it made her look sun burned.
“It was a fair question you asshole!” She raised her voice. Huffing her frustration and crossing her arms and with a pouty look on her face, turned away from us. Em and I just started laughing our asses off- again.
“BWAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG YOU THOUGHT OUR SISTER AND BROTHER GOT IT ON?! WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!” Em was shouting and laughing and crying so hard she literally fell on the floor and was on her back, knees bent and feet stomping the floor in a hysterical fit. Her antics just made me laugh harder. I was holding onto the wall for support as tears streamed down my face.
“Hey guys, what’s so funny?” All 3 of us looked to Zephirah, who just walked in wearing clean PJs, wet hair letting us know she had just showered after I accidentally saw her get railed by what looked like the ghost version of her horseman. Seriously, the amount of c*m that gushed out of her when he dissipated was not only daunting, but a bit traumatizing since she’s still my little sister. Now me and Pest had discussed s*x between ourselves but I wanted to wait until we got out of this particular hell hole, he agreed. Emmy and I looked at each other, I sent her the mental and visual recap of what I saw- her jaw dropped in comical horror- and the 2 of us busted out laughing again. Artemis just groaned and stomped over to her bed and fell face first on it and screamed into a pillow. All 3 of us snickered at our older sister’s expense. Emmy got up from the floor and the 3 of us left Artemis to her self-induced crisis.
“I am NOT having a self-induced crisis you asshole! Keep in mind, all of us can hear you since you opened the mind link, which I’m sure was on purpose to humiliate me further. Asshole.”
Artemis mind linked us, they both smiled at me then each other before shaking their heads and walked to the kitchen. I wasn’t hungry so I opted out and waved at them as I headed to my room. I passed by the small laundry room and heard the washer going. Smirking to myself knowing full well that Zephirah has a lot of laundry to do in order to not only get the mess itself out of her bedding, but also the smell. Our core sense have been heightened to say the least. All of us could hear the military people, nurses- all of them- as they walked and talked all over the ‘hospital’. Prison was more like it. We couldn’t leave, for some reason our abilities, including super strength didn’t work on the door to get to our sister. Who we would never leave behind and was being held behind that door for Goddess-knows reasons and thinking about the possibilities of what was being done to her made my skin crawl and my anger reach dangerous levels. All of us have been trying to get that damned door open so we can leave but it won’t budge. She is our eldest sister and the reason we all know each other, we al love her deeply.
I honestly would never have met or become friends with, much less family with, any of them without her. We all feel the same way about it too. We all got together and pieced together what happened; all of us would be dead in a literal ditch after that wreck. While Hemy will be happy we are all ok for now, I know she’ll be devastated about her car. And I don’t blame her, it took a lot of time and money to restore that beauty. When she’s done being sad, she’ll get even; it’s how she’s wired. Most of us are like that. Although I will admit, Hemy is by far the worst one of us all about it. Not in the sense that she’s bad at revenge, quite the opposite actually, she’s extremely great at it…. But her methods and imagination can get away from her sometimes. I remember this one time, almost a year ago now, the memory- despite haunting me and traumatizing everyone there- bubbles us to the surface as I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling…
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