Upon the Midnight Clear (Dark-Hunter #12)

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Before Leta could move to protect him, Aidan rolled to his feet to confront the god. The rage that roiled through him was so potent that it actually made her gasp as it struck her like a hostile jolt of electricity. She threw her head back as it ripped through her like acid. Never in all eternity had she felt anything like this. It was hot and blazing.

Dolor swung at Aidan who blocked the punch with his arm, then head-butted the god back. Before Dolor could regain his balance, Aidan scissor-kicked him in the ribs. Twisting around, the god fell to the ground.

She knew it was only Dolor's arrogance that had allowed him to be taken by surprise. He hadn't expected Aidan to fight him.

But that was over.

Dolor shot a god-blast at Aidan's head. Aidan ducked it, then flipped to pull Dolor off the ground to hit him again. But this time Dolor saw it coming. He slung Aidan up into a steel wall that appeared out of nowhere.

Leta manifested her two whips-one for each hand. She snapped them briskly to capture Dolor's arms. He hissed in pain before he wrapped his forearms around them and yanked.

She didn't budge even though it felt as if he'd wrenched her arms from their sockets. "Leave him alone."

Dolor laughed at her. "You're a fool to protect him."

"Then I'm a fool." She tried to uncoil her whips from his arms, but he held them firmly in place.

Aidan shook his head to clear it. He could actually taste blood in his mouth. There was a real quality to this fight even though he knew it was a dream. He wiped the blood from his face and frowned as he studied it.

Wasn't it?

He watched as Leta hurled the larger man into a wall an instant before the man turned and kicked her to the ground. He ran for the man and caught him about the waist with his shoulder before the man could attack her again. "Don't you touch her."

The man laughed as he sank his hands into Aidan's hair and wrenched it.

Aidan growled at the agony but it wasn't the yank on his hair that hurt as much as the images that appeared in his head. Images of Heather in bed with Donnie. The lost feeling he'd had the morning they'd all attacked him at once and tried to destroy him.

He cried out as his heart splintered from that one moment in time when all of his delusions of love and family had been shattered.

Suddenly Leta was there, shoving the man back from him. "Stop it, Dolor. Now!"

Dolor turned on her with a smile. He pulled her into his arms. "Hear the baby crying?"

She screamed in horror.

Aidan tried to shove the god back, but he refused to let go of Leta. "Go to hell, you asshole!" He manifested a sword in his hand and stabbed Dolor straight through the heart.

Releasing Leta from his hold, Dolor staggered back. His black eyes were large with disbelief as he disintegrated into a thousand sparkling pieces. They fell slowly to the ground before a feral wind carried them away.

Still Leta continued to scream as if she were caught in the middle of a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. She pulled at her hair as if she couldn't bear whatever images were in her head.

Aidan scooped her up in his arms to hold her close. "Shh," he breathed as she trembled in his arms.

Tears streamed from her eyes. "Make it stop! Please, God, make it all go away. I can't breathe. Can't think. I can't... I can't..."

He winced as he heard the same agonized pleas from her lips that he'd uttered on countless days of bitterness. It made him hold her closer and touched him on a level unimaginable. Whatever her past, it was obvious it was as bad as his own.

"I've got you, Leta," he whispered, rubbing his chin gently against her wet cheek. "I won't let him hurt you." He didn't know why he made that promise, but even more surprising than the words was the fact that he meant them.

Something about the sharing of this moment broke through his own pain. For the first time in over two years, he felt human again and he didn't even know why.

She drew a ragged breath. "He'll be back."

"No he won't. I killed him."

"No," she said, her eyes sparkling from her tears, "you didn't. You can't stop Pain. He's coming back and now he knows..." Her voice faded out as if she were too afraid even to finish her sentence.

"Shh," he repeated as he held her close and let the warmth of her body seep into the coldness that had gripped him for all this time. He hadn't comforted anyone in years. Literally. The last person he'd sat up with all night had been his nephew. Ronald had just broken up with his first fiancee, so the two of them had gone out drinking. Even though Aidan was supposed to be studying a script he'd been prepping for, he'd taken the entire night off to soothe Ronald's grief.

And what had it gotten him?

Ronald had eventually sided with Donnie and turned on Aidan even after all Aidan had done for him over the years-paid for his private school and college, paid for his high school graduation trip to Florida for him and his best friend, given him a job, bought him a car, a house... Nothing had been enough. And this after Ronald had told him how badly his father had treated him growing up.

Now he didn't know if Ronald had ever spoken the truth or if it'd been nothing but lies designed to gain Aidan's sympathy so that he could take more money from him.

And in the end, none of what Aidan had done to help the kid had mattered. Like his father, Ronald had demanded that Aidan give him everything he wanted whether he deserved it or not.

His heart pounding, he looked down at Leta and wondered if she was just as cold inside as they had been.

That was when Aidan made the most grisly discovery about himself.

He still cared.

In spite of everything the scum had put him through. In spite of how carefully he'd sealed himself off from the world, he cared about Leta. He didn't want her hurt and he damn sure didn't want her hurt because she'd tried to help him.

In that moment, he hated himself for the weakness of caring.

How much could one human take?

But it was there. That internal ache that only wanted to tend to her injuries and make sure she was okay. Grinding his teeth, he pressed his lips to her soft, sweet hair and carried her out of the snow to a sandy beach where the sun was shining brightly above them.

With her still cradled against his chest, he fell to his knees in the sand and set her down before him. He cupped her face in his hands and wiped the wet tears that still rolled down her cheeks. "It's okay, Leta. I've got you."

Leta sniffed back her tears as she stared into those eyes that were as green and stormy as a deep sea. For once they weren't filled with hostility. They were open and caring, and that literally stole her breath.

She lifted her hand to lay it to his cheek where the stubble of his whiskers teased her palm. His masculine scent filled her senses... it'd been so long since she last tasted passion. Since she'd been held by a man who wasn't related to her. And in that moment, the pain of her own past overwhelmed her with misery.

Choking on the raw agony inside her, she leaned against him and tucked her head under his chin, against his chest. She didn't like being in this dream. She didn't want these feelings anymore. Not having them was so much better than what she felt now. If only she could banish them forever.

"How do you cope with it all?" she breathed against Aidan's chest.

"Don't think about it."

"Does that work?"

"Sometimes."

"And when it doesn't?"

He shrugged. "There's beer and cheap whiskey but not even that does anything more than add a headache to what already plagues you. Sooner or later you sober up and it starts all over again."

That wasn't the answer she'd wanted from him. "I hate crying."

His eyes scalded her with their intense heat. "Then do what I do. Turn your tears into rage. Crying will only make you sick. But anger... anger infuses you. It strengthens you. It crawls through your body until you're forced to act. There's no dwindling of strength, no mewling blurry vision. It clears your head and focuses your actions. Most of all, it empowers you."

"Is that why you stay angry?"

"Absolutely."

And his rage was strong enough to feed them both. But even so, she didn't understand it. Her anger had always spiked quickly and then faded. More than that, her tears had always negated her anger. The second her tears started, any rage she had evaporated underneath them. "How did you learn to stop crying?"

His expression was harsh. "I nailed my heart shut and learned to stop caring about anyone except me. They can't make you cry when you don't give a shit about them or their opinions. You can only be hurt by the ones you love."

"And by the god of pain," she whispered. "He knows what weakens us. Look at what he's done to me."

"It's because he knows you and where to strike." Aidan shook his head. "He doesn't know anything about me. There's nothing he can use to hurt me anymore. I let it all go except my anger."

Which was why Aidan had been able to fight Dolor even though Aidan was only a mortal man.

But she didn't know how to hold on to anger. Every time she thought of her daughter or her husband, it brought her to her knees. They had been innocent of any crime except belonging to her and they had been coldly executed by Dolor and his ilk. It was why she was here.

No more innocents would die.

Ever.

No one deserved the pain she felt. No one. And she would die before she allowed Dolor to destroy another person this way. To take from them what they loved, and for what? Over one god's vindictiveness because someone else played a prank on him and he lacked any sense of humor? It was cruel and it was wrong.

"Teach me your anger, Aidan. Show me how to hold on to it no matter what."

He nodded grimly before he dropped his hands from her face. "Let go of your pain. If there's any kindness inside you, kill it. Now, remember the only person in this life that matters to you is you. No one else will ever care about you. No one. The only person who can protect you is you. Let everyone else go to hell. In fact, rush them to it."

She couldn't believe what he was telling her. It seemed easy, if she were mad enough, but how did he sustain it? "How do you manage to stay there?"

"Remember that whenever you were being kicked, there was no one standing beside you to soften the blow. No one there to help you lick those wounds or protect you."

But in her case, that hadn't been true. M'Adoc had stayed by her side, trying to protect her family. That was how he'd been captured and then tortured. He would have been able to escape and save himself. Instead, he'd chosen to come warn her and to stand with her when Dolor and his minions had attacked.

They'd almost killed him too.

"And if I wasn't alone?" she asked, her voice only a whisper.

"Then imagine them taking the one who stood with you. Imagine your defender's blood on your hands as they stab him through his heart."

It was enough to make her want to scream and it gave her the rage he spoke of.

Aidan was right. If he could, Dolor would kill M'Adoc in an instant.

"I don't know how to defeat Dolor," she confessed. "The best I could do last time we fought was to freeze him and make him the slave to a human's summons. I thought by doing so no one would be so stupid as to release him. Now that they have... I don't know how to return him to stasis until after he completes his task."

"And that is?"

"To kill you-and I won't let that happen."

Aidan was glad this was a dream. Otherwise he might think himself insane. But as the purple surf crashed against a crystal beach he knew he was safe. There was no reality here. There was just Leta and him.

Still, he was curious about why his subconscious would create all of this. "You said my brother conjured him to kill me."

She nodded.

"He did this from prison?" It made as much sense as anything else.

"He must have. Can you think of anyone else who'd want you dead to the point they'd give up their soul for it?"

Aidan gave a bitter laugh. "The list of those who hate me is lengthy, but those who want it to that extreme is much shorter. You're right. Donnie stands out among the really big haters."

She nodded.

Aidan sat quietly thinking about the tragedy of his past. After the death of their parents, he and Donnie had ended up being raised by their alcoholic uncle. As a single parent, the man had left much to be desired and basically Aidan and Donnie had always joked that they'd been raised by wolves.

All they'd had was each other. He still couldn't believe what something as petty as jealousy had done to his brother. How it could take a guy who'd once taken punches for him and turned him into a cold-blooded user who was willing to do anything to hurt him. It didn't make sense.

And now this...

No wonder his dreams were so whacked out. He was still reeling from the betrayal and obviously his subconscious continued to try and reconcile all of it.

Those thoughts reminded him of his early years in Hollywood. "One of the first movies I appeared in was a zombie flick. I remember that in the film, if you killed whoever was controlling the zombie, you took out the zombie too. Would this work the same way?"

Leta scowled at him. "Are you willing to kill your own brother?"

He didn't even hesitate with his answer. "Blood stopped binding us the instant he came at my throat. If this thing is stalking me because of him, then I'm more than ready to slash his throat and laugh while he bleeds to death at my feet. Give me the knife and stand back."

Leta let out a slow breath at the hostility in his tone. She should be appalled by his brutality, and yet she understood the sentiment.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't work in this case. Dolor isn't a zombie. He's an ancient god who is only held in check by a curse I put on him."

"Can't you put him back in stasis?"

She shook her head. "Not so long as you're standing. The strongest curse I could find would only work so long as the summons wasn't in place."

He narrowed his gaze on her. "Who the hell came up with this brilliant curse?"

"It was the best I could manage in a hurry," she said defensively.

He rolled his eyes. "With those kinds of critical assessment skills you should consider running for political office."

Before she could respond, a loud growl rent the air. Leta ground her teeth in disgust as she recognized the sound.

"What the hell is that?" Aidan asked.

"Timor."

"I hope old Tim's an ex-boyfriend."

How she wished. "No. He's the personification of human fear."

"Oh, goody," he said in a jovial tone. "Just what I wanted to add to my dream. Should we invite him over for tea?"

While she found his sarcasm entertaining, it still failed to make her laugh or smile given their worsening situation. "Aidan, this isn't a dream. I mean, yes, we're in a dream state, but when you wake up, it doesn't mean that Dolor won't be real. He is real and he's out to kill you."

He moved away from her. "Fine. Bring him on. I will be the last one standing."

"Bravado doesn't defeat a god."

"Then what does?"

She really wished he hadn't asked that particular question. "I don't know. Each one of us has something that will render us weak and allow someone to kill us. But we're not real big on letting other people know what those weaknesses are."

"And neither am I. I have no intention of letting anyone or anything knock me down."

She admired that about him, especially since he was human. "I want you to hold tight to that courage, Aidan. It might be the only thing that saves your life."

And with that she pulled him toward her and kissed him.

Aidan's breath caught at the forgotten sensation of a woman in his arms. She tasted of bliss and woman. Of wicked delights. And God help him, he wanted more of her.

His heart thrumming, he deepened the kiss as he pulled her even tighter against him.

Leta couldn't think straight as her tongue danced with his. It'd been centuries since she'd last kissed a man. Centuries since she felt this compelled to touch a man unless she was throwing a punch at him.

Aidan's desire set fire to her own bound emotions. But more than that, they unleashed the long-buried part of herself that missed her family. Closing her eyes, she remembered her husband and that miraculous feeling of belonging. Of loving someone and being loved by them.

She missed it so much. Craved it even more. No one should have to spend eternity alone, isolated from everyone, devoid of all emotions. What Zeus had done to her kind was deplorable.

Again, she heard the cry of Timor from across the sea that splashed against the crystal sands. Dolor was trying to use him to break through the barrier of the dream world so that he could fight them on the mortal plane where they were weakest. She needed to wake up Aidan and make him understand the threat they posed to him.

"I'll see you on the other side," she breathed before she pushed him away and forced him to wake up.

Aidan jerked awake. His heart pounding, he lifted his arm from his face to try and get his bearings. His movie was still playing in the background as the logs popped and settled around him.

It was then he saw Leta at his feet.

She blinked her eyes open as if she too were just waking up.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he demanded.

Leta started to answer, only to realize that if she told him, he'd toss her out. He would never believe her in this realm.

Dear Zeus, how was she ever going to convince him of the truth?

"Aidan..." She hesitated as she tried to think of something reasonable to say to him.

"Leta..." he mocked. "I told you to stay out of here."

"I know you did. It's just that I wanted to see you for a few minutes and you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"So you slept at my feet like a puppy? No offense, but that's creepy as hell. Next thing I know, you'll be trying on my clothes and sleeping in my bed."

She scoffed as she pushed herself to her feet. "Brad Pitt you're not."

"You're right. I'm the man who kicked him out of the number-one slot for best-looking actor three years in a row."

Leta rolled her eyes. "That's some ego you've got there."

"Yes it is and it's constantly being reinforced by women willing to do anything to get my attention." He raked her with a cold look. "How far are you willing to go?"

She screwed her face up at him. "Don't let that kiss go to your head. I was just curious."

"Yeah, babe, that's what they all-" Aidan froze as her words permeated his ire. "What kiss?"

Her face went pale. "There was a kiss?"

"In my dreams. How did you know that?"

She became suddenly fidgety. "Lucky guess."

"Yeah, right. The only person who's a worse actor than you is my old roommate whenever he was drunk. How did you know about my dream kiss?"

Leta swallowed as she grappled with what to tell him. But she kept coming back to one truth... "You're not going to believe me."

"Try me."

What the heck? The worst he could do was throw her out and he'd been trying to do that since the moment she arrived. It wasn't like she could die in the storm. For that matter, the storm only existed because she'd created it to give him a reason to invite her in.

"All right. I'm an Oneroi."

His features didn't change as he appeared to accept it. "An honor what?"

"Not honor.Own-nuh-roy . It's a god of sleep and I'm here to protect you."

He didn't even blink at her words. He merely stared at her with a blank expression as he continued to lie on the couch without moving.

Finally, he inhaled deeply. "Why am I having this bad Terminator flashback... My name is Kyle Rhys. Come with me if you want to live."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "This isn't a joke, Aidan."

He shot off the couch and moved to tower over her. Now there was no missing the disdain and disbelief bleeding out of every part of him. "No, it isn't and I don't find you amusing in the least."

"Then how did I know about the kiss you and I shared in your dreams?"

"Wishful thinking on your part."

She shook her head. "I told you in your dream and I'm telling you again... bravado won't defeat a god. If you really want to be the last man standing, you're going to have to trust me at your back."

Aidan reeled at her words.

No. It wasn't possible. Yet he recalled that moment from his dreams when he'd told her that. Clearly. Normally his dreams dissipated whenever he woke up. But he remembered every part of the last few minutes in his mind.

It wasn't possible. She couldn't have been there. She couldn't.

"How much beer did I drink?" he whispered, raking his hand through his hair. "Am I in a coma?"

She shook her head. "You're alive and awake. Fully conscious."

Yeah, right. "No," he said, still shaking his head at her. "I can't be. This is all wrong. You're all wrong. Things like this don't happen in real life." He felt as if he'd been trapped inside one of his movies.

In a script, he'd accept this.

In real life...

Bullshit!

She reached for him, but he quickly moved away from her. "Aidan, listen to me. Everything I told you is the truth. You have to trust in me."

"Uh-huh. If you're a god prove it. Make it stop snowing."

She gave him a peeved glare. "Parlor tricks to entertain humans are beneath us. But since you insist." She snapped her fingers and instantly the snow stopped.

Aidan felt his jaw drop again as he saw the clouds literally part to reveal a bright, sunny day-just like in his dreams. The rolling landscape was completely white as if fully cleansed.

Still his mind wouldn't accept it. This just couldn't happen. "Nice coincidence. Now get the hell out of my house."

"I can't," she said from between clenched teeth. "I need your anger to fight Dolor. If I leave you, he'll cut through you like a hot knife on butter."

"I already kicked his ass."

"In a dream, Aidan. Ever tried to manifest a sword with your thoughts in the real world? It doesn't happen, does it?"

Aidan hated to admit that she had a valid point. But it still didn't change the fact that this was lunacy.

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" he asked. "Show me something I can't argue against."

She spread her arms out, and as soon as she did, a sword appeared in her right hand. She turned the blade around and offered him the hilt. "Test it for yourself."

He did and it felt real enough. Sharp, heavy. There was no way she could have had something like this concealed on her body without his knowing it.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was beginning to look like she was telling the truth and that somehow the impossible was possible.

He lowered the sword. "How can this be?"

"We've always been here. Sometimes living among all of you, sometimes just as innocuous viewers of your lives. I'm one of those who volunteered to protect humanity."

"And why would you do that?"

He saw pain flash across her light eyes before she answered. "Because I have nothing else to live for. You told me of your brother's betrayal. Imagine your own father calling out his hounds to kill your infant daughter and your husband. Imagine what it was like to watch them die and then be taken and punished for something you didn't do. To be stripped of your dignity and emotions because your father was embarrassed by a stupid, insignificant dream he'd had and he blamed everyone who walks in the dreams for it. You feel your pain, Aidan. I feel mine."

He winced at the unimaginable horror she described. "Why would he do such a thing?"

"Because he was a god and he could. He didn't want another dream god in his sleep ever again, playing a prank on him. He thought if he took away all our emotions, we would no longer be creative or derive pleasure from teasing him or anyone else. All that mattered was his life and dignity. Ours was nothing in comparison to his."

Aidan felt a tic begin in his jaw as her words seeped in. "So the Greek gods are just as petty and selfish as humanity. Nice."

"And just like humans, we're not all like that. Some of us are quite aware of our powers and we know better than to abuse them."

Maybe. But it sounded pretty bad to him. Aidan couldn't fathom what she must have gone through-if this wasn't a delusion brought on by a brain tumor and if she wasn't lying. It made his own betrayal seem as insignificant as her father's dream that had caused him to kill her family. "Why would you come to help me?"

"Because you don't deserve to die after all you've been through. Your brother has taken enough from you. And you have so much anger that I'm hoping we'll find some way to kill Dolor and stop him from ever harming another person. Someone has to take a stand against him. All I can hear when I think of him is the way he laughed with pleasure when I begged him to spare my daughter's life. The bastard actually smiled as he suffocated her while his henchmen held me back."

Aidan winced as his heart seized under the weight of what she described.

Her eyes burned him with their own misery. "You want to hurt the people who hurt you, Aidan...Now imagine my need to taste his blood."

He stood there as he tried to sort through this. Could he still be dreaming?

"No. You're not," she said out loud. "This isn't a dream. I swear it."

Aidan frowned at her. "How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I can hear your thoughts when I focus on them."

"Good. Then you know I think you're insane."

She smiled at that. "The truth is, I am. I lost all sanity the night my daughter died and I couldn't prevent it. All I have left in this world is a thirst for vengeance. And the mere fact I can still feel it-when I shouldn't have any emotions, tells you just how badly I need it."

He held his hand out to her. "Then we have a lot in common."

She nodded before she took his hand into hers. That one action sent a chill down his spine and he wasn't sure why.

Her hand tightened on his before she spoke. "We have to find some way to stop him."

"Don't worry. We will. As I said, I will be the last man standing."

Leta closed her eyes as his words ran through her mind. Last man standing. She remembered a time when she'd felt that way too. Now all she wanted was to strike back at Dolor, and if she had to fall to do it, then she was more than willing. She didn't care about surviving so long as he died with her. For that, she would crawl naked over broken glass.

All of a sudden, Aidan started laughing and let go of her.

Leta scowled at him. "What's wrong?"

"Mori said that being up here alone would make me crazy one day. Damned if he wasn't right. I have totally lost my mind."

His misplaced humor wasn't quite enough to ease the pain inside her. "No you haven't. I told you I was a bodyguard and so I am. We're going to get through this together. You and me."

His laughter died instantly as he glared at her. "The last time a woman said that to me, she handed me my heart cut into pieces on a platter. What organ are you going to carve out of me?"

"None, Aidan. I'm going to leave you as I found you. You will be here in your cabin, standing stronger than ever."

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because people are ever willing to believe the negative over the positive. It's easier for you to think me corrupt and evil than it is for you to see me for what I really am. No one wants to believe that some people are willing to help others out of the goodness of their hearts because they can't stand to see someone suffer. So few people are altruistic that they can't understand or conceive that anyone else in the world could ever put someone else's good above their own."

Aidan froze as those words permeated his mistrust. He was doing to her exactly what everyone had done to him.

Assuming the worst even when she hadn't done anything to warrant it.

The world had wanted to believe he was cold to his family, that he'd done something to warrant their cruelty, because that was a lot less frightening than the truth. No one wanted to think that they could give everything of themselves to someone, only to have the recipient turn on them like a rabid dog for no logical reason.

If they accepted the truth-that Aidan was innocent in all of this, that his only crime had been the fact that he was too giving, open, and kind to someone who didn't deserve his trust-then it left them vulnerable and questioning everyone around them. But in their hearts, they all knew the truth. At some point in their life everyone had been betrayed like this. No rhyme. No reason.

Just human deficiency in some people who were users and abusers.

As his mother used to say, it's people who have no home training.

But as Leta had pointed out not everyone was a user. Aidan had never once betrayed anyone. Never once had he set out to destroy or hurt another human being. It wasn't in him to bring more misery to anyone.

He alone in his world had been loyal and trustworthy. Maybe, just maybe, he wasn't alone after all.

His throat tight, he glared at Leta. "I'm still not sure this isn't a hallucination brought on by carbon monoxide poisoning from my stove or heater, but in case it's not I'm going to trust you, Leta. Don't you dare let me down."

"Don't worry. If I let you down, we both die and our pain ends."

"And if we win?"

The teasing light in her eyes went dead. "I guess we live on to ache some more."

He laughed bitterly. "Not much of an incentive to fight, is it?"

"Not really," she said, her gaze softening. "But it's not in me to lie down and die."

"Me either." He glanced out the window at the world that looked so bright compared to the earlier storm. If only it would stay that way. "So tell me... what do we do now?"

"We are going to see an old friend of mine about some serious pain repellent."

"Do they make such a thing?"

She shrugged. "We're going to find out. And while we're at it, we're going to see exactly what Dolor needs to cross into this plane."

That made sense. "If he crosses over, how strong will he be?"

"You remember the plagues of Egypt?"

"Yeah. I was in that movie too."

She ignored his acidic comment. "That was him just practicing and having fun. If we don't stop him, he'll release all his playmates and they will spread utter misery and torment throughout the world."

"Cool. Can't wait for it." He let out a tired breath before he spoke again. "And what about the other gods? Will they help us?"

She patted his cheek in an almost playful manner. "That, my friend, is what we're about to go and find out. Buckle up, Buttercup. This ride could be bumpy."

The only problem was, he was used to that. It was when things went smoothly that he became scared.

But even as that thought went through his mind, it was followed by the realization that things weren't going to be bumpy.

They were going to be deadly.