Chapter 69

"Sit down," Kennedy's hands grab my shoulders, and he gently sits me down on the edge of his bed. He disappears and comes back with a medicinal tube.

"I don't know why you care about all this-about me. Especially after the fights," I mumble, "I know why you care about Leon and the reasons I was asking about him...but you were curious about me before that."

"You're different," He says simply, "I was curious-and it seems as though my instincts had been right about you. You are very special indeed."

I don't say anything as he unscrews the cap and presses some of the gel onto his fingers. It smells like mint almost, but I know it isn't. It's most likely arnica.

"Do you mind if I...?" He holds up his fingers, eyes flickering down to my neck. I shake my head. "The Prophet of Death has always been shrouded in darkness and mystery. The last one went missing around the Second World War. For almost a century, we've lived without a direct connection to Hekate, and it's led to a lot of disarray a