Khait yanked at the ropes binding him to the stone table. To his surprise, they failed to give even the slightest amount. He frowned, then began struggling in earnest. The last thing he remembered was a woman pouring him wine. There were a half-dozen black-robed figures moving around the room. One of them came toward him with a knife. Khait blinked as the figure began cutting off his clothing. Then he smirked. “Ah, it’s going to be like that, is it?” He licked his lips. “You know, if you wanted to pl…” He cut off as a woman came through the door. “Oh.”
“Tighten the restraints. He needs to be still.” She waved a hand at one of the robed figures.
He grunted as the figure obeyed. “Isis, look, I’m certain this is…” His eyes widened as she drew a knife of her own, and cut open his arm. “Isis, you and I go back a long way, and…” She touched her finger to the blood, then began using it to draw a glyph on his chest. “Isis. Isis.” He started shaking his head. “This isn’t…”
“You…” Her eyes gleamed with an unnatural light. “Were warned.”
What he hoped was a charming smile came to his face. “Look, I get that you are angry, but why don’t we just —”
“Your antics have jeopardized us all.” She shook her head.
“I…” He winced as she worked the blade again to draw more blood. Though he knew it would do him little good, he tried to summon up his magic anyway. He felt as though he were trying to get purchase on ice. “Isis, you don’t want to do this. You want to just eat me and go one with —”
“Eating you…” Isis rolled her eyes. “Would do me little good.”
“Little good? You’d get a good meal, I’d be out of your hair, you win.” He tried struggling again, but the restraints prevented him from moving. They pulled at his joints, straining them until just breathing was painful. “Isis —”
“I’m well aware killing you is not an option.” She leaned down until her lips were near his ear. “Usariel.”
Not good. Painful or not, he started thrashing. He even managed to nearly pull his arm free before it was yanked down and secured again. He opened his mouth. “Isi—” Metal was forced between his teeth, both gagging him and holding his head in place.
Isis stood. Her eyes had left the masquerade of humanity behind, and glowed with green fire. She set a gemstone on his forehead. Power seemed to wrap around him, and then it started to tear.
Behind the gag, he screamed.