Oracle considered sending out her power into the doctor, but the idea of seeing a blown out knee cap made Oracle’s stomach churn.
“There, now give it five minutes to run its course, and you’ll be right as rain.”
“Thank you,” Reyes gasped.
“Are you hurt?” A gentle hand lifted Oracle’s elbow then released it. Fingers felt around her neck and scalp. Oracle got an image flash of reddish-brown marks forming on her chin and right cheek. Above these bruises appeared a few scrapes, scabbing over.
“I could give you an injection as well.” Dr. Benjeri shined a penlight into Oracle’s gray-white eyes devoid of a pupil or iris.
“No, thank you. I already had a power boost serum injection earlier. Then there are the pills I’ve been taking for anxiety, which …show more content…
Such as the Romans and Greeks. You noticed the statue of Diana in the island’s center.” She twirled her hand.
“It stood out to me,” Pax replied.
She smiled to herself and looked down at her hands before lifting her head to address Pax. “She doesn’t belong to my Aztec heritage, but I felt a connection to her. If you look hard enough, you’ll see how humans across time and space are interconnected. Their legends hold similar lessons. Gods have similar histories. Diana was seen as a protector of women—the feminine divine. In one story associated with her Greek counterpart, Artemis, she’d turned a young boy into a girl for the violent thoughts he had toward her.”
She stared out the window. Pax fidgeted. He glanced back at TimeTrap who shrugged. They were being attacked, and he was getting a history lesson. He wanted to interrupt Dama X but also wanted her to talk, gain her trust, and hope she would let slip information that could help them. But it was hard for him to be patient. He was built for action, not …show more content…
Pax frowned at her, wondering whose side she was on. This male bashing was getting old. No matter how much Dama X said there were good men, Pax felt she was taking it too far.
TimeTrap lifted her hands in semi-apology. “Losing their penis is probably scarier than death to most men.”
Dama X placed the skull back on the mantel and the case over the top of it. “This threat is how I took over and disbanded the cartel after my husband died—and this threat kept my Sisterhood safe until I could secure this island for us.”
Pax recognized an obsidian skull next to Ometeotl’s as belonging to the god Tezcatlipoca.
He pointed at it. “How did you get that one? Surefire told me she’d hidden it.”
“It resurfaced. I believe it’s needed now, which is how we found it.” Dama X inclined her head toward the skull.
“So that’s the self-existing one. Closed loop theory and all. I’d take a closer look but that would require stepping over my line,” TimeTrap said.
Pax had no clue what “self-existing” meant, and he didn’t have time for her lengthy explanations. He pointed to the other side of Dama X. “And the light purple one. That’s
“There, now give it five minutes to run its course, and you’ll be right as rain.”
“Thank you,” Reyes gasped.
“Are you hurt?” A gentle hand lifted Oracle’s elbow then released it. Fingers felt around her neck and scalp. Oracle got an image flash of reddish-brown marks forming on her chin and right cheek. Above these bruises appeared a few scrapes, scabbing over.
“I could give you an injection as well.” Dr. Benjeri shined a penlight into Oracle’s gray-white eyes devoid of a pupil or iris.
“No, thank you. I already had a power boost serum injection earlier. Then there are the pills I’ve been taking for anxiety, which …show more content…
Such as the Romans and Greeks. You noticed the statue of Diana in the island’s center.” She twirled her hand.
“It stood out to me,” Pax replied.
She smiled to herself and looked down at her hands before lifting her head to address Pax. “She doesn’t belong to my Aztec heritage, but I felt a connection to her. If you look hard enough, you’ll see how humans across time and space are interconnected. Their legends hold similar lessons. Gods have similar histories. Diana was seen as a protector of women—the feminine divine. In one story associated with her Greek counterpart, Artemis, she’d turned a young boy into a girl for the violent thoughts he had toward her.”
She stared out the window. Pax fidgeted. He glanced back at TimeTrap who shrugged. They were being attacked, and he was getting a history lesson. He wanted to interrupt Dama X but also wanted her to talk, gain her trust, and hope she would let slip information that could help them. But it was hard for him to be patient. He was built for action, not …show more content…
Pax frowned at her, wondering whose side she was on. This male bashing was getting old. No matter how much Dama X said there were good men, Pax felt she was taking it too far.
TimeTrap lifted her hands in semi-apology. “Losing their penis is probably scarier than death to most men.”
Dama X placed the skull back on the mantel and the case over the top of it. “This threat is how I took over and disbanded the cartel after my husband died—and this threat kept my Sisterhood safe until I could secure this island for us.”
Pax recognized an obsidian skull next to Ometeotl’s as belonging to the god Tezcatlipoca.
He pointed at it. “How did you get that one? Surefire told me she’d hidden it.”
“It resurfaced. I believe it’s needed now, which is how we found it.” Dama X inclined her head toward the skull.
“So that’s the self-existing one. Closed loop theory and all. I’d take a closer look but that would require stepping over my line,” TimeTrap said.
Pax had no clue what “self-existing” meant, and he didn’t have time for her lengthy explanations. He pointed to the other side of Dama X. “And the light purple one. That’s