EPILOGUE
One Year Later
Aidan smiled as he watched Leta finish decorating the tree. Her three-carat wedding ring sparkled in the candlelight-they'd gotten married on Valentine's Day. "You know it kills me that you celebrate my holidays with me when you used to be a Greek god. "
Leta shrugged. "All gods and traditions deserve respect. "
She was amazing and his life had been nothing short of a miracle since the moment she'd walked into it.
Her presence was breathtaking as she crossed the distance to him and handed him a small box. "For you. "
He was confused by her present. "I thought we weren't exchanging gifts until midnight?"
"I know, but this has been killing me for weeks now, and if you don't open it, I might die from it. "
He sucked his breath in sharply. "Don't joke about that. I've already lost you once. I'm not about to lose you again. " Ripping through the paper, he found a gold foil box that he opened.
It contained a single sheet of paper that had her handwriting on it. "July twenty-third. What's July twenty-third?"
"Look under it. "
He did and what he found there stole his breath. It was the sonogram of an infant. "Is this. . . ?"
She beamed. "July twenty-third. "
"Oh, my God," he breathed, staring at her as it sank in. He was going to be a father. Laughing, he scooped her up and twirled around with her. "I love you, Leta. Thank you so much for my life. "
"No, Aidan, thank you for reminding me of what it's like to feel again. To wake up every morning in the arms of someone who loves me. "
Aidan laughed as joy raced through his entire body. He was finally the last man standing. But for the first time in his life, he wasn't standing alone. He was standing stronger than ever before because he knew he had a person at his back who would never betray him. Someone who would and had died to keep him safe.
Life truly never got any better than this.
"Merry Christmas, Aidan. "
"Merry Christmas, Leta. . . and baby. "
A Special Holiday Word from Sherrilyn Kenyon
What on earth is this? See, I can read minds LOL. Hi, readers. For those of you used to my series, you will recognize the people in the following pages. For those of you who aren't, you may get a bit lost.
I tried my best to explain things for those new to my world, but I didn't want to bog down each scene for those who are familiar with the books. It's a delicate balance and it's one I hope I found.
I wanted to include the following vignettes as an extra treat for readers to catch them up on what the people in the previous books are doing before we head off into Xypher's book (Dream Chaser) and more importantly, Ash's book, both of which are coming out in 2008.
It's a quick glimpse into their world, and it's one I hope you enjoy.
Happy Holidays to everyone! May your season be bright and I hope you'll return for Xypher's story in February which takes the series back to New Orleans where he's on the hunt for the escaped Dimme and exact some revenge on an old love. While there, he's going to meet Simone, a different kind of medical examiner who shares a few things with Talon and who has a ghost for a sidekick-one who is trapped in the early 1980s. Yeah. . . Jesse's a lot of fun and only Simone can corral him. For that matter, she's the only one who can semi-corral Xypher.
Until next time, take care!
Oh, and one quick caveat. There are spoilers ahead if you haven't read the previous books, includingDevil May Cry .
HOLIDAY GATHERINGS
New Orleans
Sanctuary Bar Christmas
Aimee Peltier paused as she watched the gathering around her. This was the one day a year when Sanctuary officially closed. Even though very few members of their extended family and staff were Christian, they still took time to honor the holiday. To remember their own beliefs and to think back on those they'd loved and lost.
As the bar's name implied, this was the haven for were-animals, shapeshifters who were hunted by each other and by the humans. Her parents had set up the bar over a hundred years ago after Aimee's older brothers had been killed in the senseless war that divided her people from each other.
It had been her mother's solemn vow that no other mother would ever weep over the loss of a child if she could help it. But since then, her mother's view of what was right and what was wrong had shifted a bit. And in order to keep the peace here at the bar, her mother had made decisions that Aimee didn't always agree with.
But then mother-daughter disagreements were even older than the were-animals themselves.
The bar was dim, lit only by candles. Her brother Dev was at the counter, pouring drinks. He'd pulled his long, curly blond hair back into a pony tail while he joked with Colt and Angel, who were in human form, sitting on the stools in front of the bar, drinking beers.
Aimee's mother, Nicolette, was off to the side in human form as she played with Zar's bear cubs. There were several tigers, a jaguar, and bears lounging about or playfully fighting while others were in their human forms as they played cards, pool, or just hung out for the night.
"You feeling okay?"
She turned at the deep voice behind her to find Maxis standing there. Tall and gorgeous, he had dark blond hair and silvery-green eyes that shimmered in the dim light. Stunned, she had to blink twice just to make sure she wasn't imagining his presence. Maxis had come to Sanctuary severely wounded. One of the rare dragon Katagaria, he didn't mix with other groups easily. He preferred to stay isolated in the attic where he could sleep in dragon form and not be disturbed.
"What are you doing downstairs?"
Max folded his arms over his chest. "I felt your pain and was wondering what caused it. "
His concern touched her deeply. It was true, watching the family around her made her ache for the one thing she wanted most.
Fang Kattalakis. A wolf who'd been half dead, he'd been brought here by his brother, and Aimee had nursed him back to health the same way she had Max. But unlike with Max, she'd fallen in love with Fang even though she knew there was no chance of there ever being anything between them.
If only she could convince her heart of that.
She offered Max a smile she knew was fake. "I'm okay. "
"You're not okay, Aimee. You haven't been okay since the night Fang left. "
She glanced about nervously. "Please keep your voice down. . . "
"Is this better?"
She could only hear his voice in her head. Nodding, she patted his arm. "I'll be fine, Max. Thank you for your concern, but you know me. "
"I do know you, Aimee. And I know that solitude is a dungeon of spikes that pierces every layer of armor you try to build for it. " He held his hand up so that she could see the tattoo he'd placed there in remembrance of his family. "I lost what meant most to me. Don't make the same mistake. "
"But Fang and I aren't mates. There are no marks. . . "
"Neither were there marks for us. And still my heart is broken. Don't let the Fates rule your life. Sometimes we have to take responsibility for it ourselves. "
He stepped back and swept his gaze around the others. "I don't like being here with these people and animals. I'm going to retire, but remember, courage is doing what we know is dangerous. It's risking our safety for a chance at something better. Don't let your fears shape your reality because no matter how cautious you are, someone or something always sneaks in the back door to manifest that fear. Better to face it and defeat it than to let it attack you unawares. "
Before she could comment, he vanished.
Aimee stood there as she considered his words. He was right, but knowing something and acting on it were two entirely different things.
"What did he want?"
She hesitated at her father's question. Over seven feet in height, her father intimidated almost everyone who saw him. But not her. As his only daughter, Aimee knew he'd never harm he
r. "He was wishing me a Happy Holiday. "
Her father smiled before he pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head. "You attract the strangest creatures. "
"Is that such a bad thing?" She looked meaningfully at her brothers.
Her father laughed.
But his laughter didn't ease her. "Papa? Can I ask you something?"
He narrowed his gaze on her. "I'm not sure I like that tone of voice, but you can try. "
Before she spoke, she glanced to where her mother played with the cubs. "Had you not been fated for Maman, would you have still stayed with her?"
His gaze turned dark. "Why do you ask?"
"Curiosity. "
His expression hardened and she could see that her response didn't appease him. "Don't lie to me, Aimee. I can smell it on your skin. You're thinking of that wolf, aren't you?"
She looked away, unable to answer him. Not that he didn't already know.
Her father's eyes snapped fire at her. "He is not our kind. "
And in her mind that changed nothing. "I know that, Papa. I tell it to myself every day. "
"If you leave us for him, I don't know if Nicolette could handle it. Your mother can be harsh, but she does love you and she only wants what's best for all of us. "
"I know. "
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. "But this is your life,ma petite coeur . I will always be here for you. "
Aimee closed her eyes as those words eased her heart. "Thank you, Papa. I love you. "
"I love you, too. Now smile and join the party. " He left her to speak to her brother Serre while Aimee felt suddenly out of place and she didn't know why. This was her home. These were her people and family, and yet. . .
She'd never experienced anything like this before and it made her ache.
"You okay, sis?"
She nodded at her brother Kyle as he paused by her side. "I have a headache starting. "
"You want me to get something for you?"
She smiled at his youthful face. He was the most precious of all her siblings. "It's okay, baby. I think I'm going to lie down for a few minutes. Tell Maman that I'll be back down shortly. "
"Okay. "
She squeezed his arm before she made her way from the bar through the door that connected this building to the house where they all lived. It was eerily silent with everyone in the bar. This was the only time when the house was truly quiet.
Aimee made her way up to her room.
Pushing open the door, she paused as she caught a familiar scent.
Fang.
Her heart pounded as she slammed the door shut to look for him. But he wasn't here. She wanted to cry. . . at least until she realized his scent was still strong by her dresser.
She looked underneath a pile of papers to find a small box. Lifting it up, she inhaled the scent that was uniquely Fang's. How she missed him. Her eyes tearing, she unwrapped the gift and opened the box to find a small locket. It had a bear claw engraved around a diamond on the front. On the back was the paw of a wolf. But it was what was inside it that made her tears fall.
It was a piece of his fur. Aimee sobbed at the sight of it. Animals didn't give out things like this. With this fur, an enemy could track him through time.
But he trusted her enough to let her have it. Nothing had ever touched her more.
Her hand trembling, she closed the locket and hung it around her neck. The long chain fell down between her breasts, and she tucked it into her bra so that she could keep it as close as possible to her heart and keep it out of the sight of others.
As she reached for the box, she realized there was a note in the bottom. Unfolding it, she smiled at a typical Fang comment.
Miss you.
No "I love you. " Nothing sappy or romantic. Just a short, clear truth.
"I miss you, too," she breathed, trying to stop the tears that fell. And it was then she looked up to see the remnant of a hand print on her mirror.
Fang's.
Aimee held her hand up to it, placing her palm against the imprint of his. "One day, Fang. One day. . . "
Fang blinked as he watched Aimee through the window. In wolf form, he was able to hide himself against the darkening sky. He wanted to hold her so badly, but he knew better than to try. His mere presence jeopardized her.
"One day, Aimee. . . "
His heart breaking, he backed away and padded across the roof until there was enough distance between them that he could change over to human form, flash into the clothes he'd been wearing, and climb down. He made his way to where he'd left his Suzuki GSX-R. He pulled his helmet on before he started the Jixer and headed home for the night.
It was so hard to be with his family when what he really wanted was Aimee. His brother Vane was a lucky wolf. His human mate, Bride, had accepted him, and the Fates had decreed them as partners for life.
If only a wolf could mate with a bear.
Sighing, Fang parked his bike and entered the house through the back door.
Bride had decked out the entire house for the Christmas holiday. There were bells, holly, and poinsettias everywhere. He heard laughter coming from the living room as he dropped his keys on the counter.
His brother Fury paused in the doorway. He cocked his head before he made a wolf sound in the back of his throat. "You better wash the bear off you before you get near Vane. You go in there smelling like that and he'll skin your ass raw. "
Fang started to tell him what he could do with his warning. The last thing he wanted was to remove Aimee's scent from him, but it was Christmas.
Time for peace and family.
"I'll be down in a few minutes. "
Fury nodded as he watched Fang head for the back staircase. He felt so bad for his brother. If he could, he'd hand Aimee over to him, but it wasn't meant to be. The bears would never tolerate their only daughter mating with a wolf. It just wasn't done. And if the Fates didn't decree it. . .
Man, it must suck.
"Fury?"
He turned to see Maggie coming down the hallway to join him in the kitchen. "You need a hand?" she asked.
"Nah," he said, heading for the fridge. "I was just getting some water. I don't like to drink that human stuff. It screws with me and I don't think you want your dad to see me flash into wolf form while he's here. " Her father had no idea that he was surrounded by animals that were taking human form to placate Maggie and Bride's families. "My luck, I'd be so drunk I'd piss on his leg. "
Maggie's mate, Wren, laughed as he joined them. "For that, I might pay you. "
Maggie elbowed her mate in the stomach. "You promised me you'd behave. "
"I'm behaving. But if Fury happens to piss on your dad. . . "
"Wren!"
He held his hands up in surrender before he gave her a wink.
"You are all so evil. "
Wren only smiled as he grabbed water from the fridge before they returned to the living room where Bride's family was singing Christmas carols. Bride sat on the couch with her son in her lap while Vane sat on the floor, holding her hand as he cringed a bit from the disharmony of the a capella song.
Fury felt a deep need to howl, but the sharp look from Vane kept his jaw locked shut. He caught Fang's gaze as his brother rejoined them. His dark hair was still wet from his quick shower.
Sniffing, Fang made a very wolf-like cringe as his nose was assailed by the human scents around them. It was hard whenever there were this many around. But they'd become masters at blending in.
Sometimes.
Fury walked over and handed him a bottle of water. "Merry Christmas, brother. "
Fang nodded before he unscrewed the top and took a drink. But even so, Fury saw the longing on his brother's face and wondered what was worse. Knowing what he wanted and not being able to claim it or to be like him and have no idea if he'd ever find someone who could tolerate him. . .
New Orle
ans
Hunter Household
Kyrian Hunter looked around at his friends and family who were gathered for Christmas dinner. His son, Nicky, and daughter, Marissa, were playing under the tree with his mother-in-law while his best friend, Julian, and his wife Grace were helping their kids open the last of their presents.
His wife's family, the Devereaux clan, were all here, laughing and celebrating.
He had to be the luckiest bastard on the planet. It seemed like only yesterday he'd been alone in the world with no one to love. No one who cared about him.
And one night a lethal enemy had almost taken the very people who were now crowded into his home.
His sister-in-law, Tabitha, stood up and clanked her glass to get everyone's attention. "Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to take a second and say Merry Christmas to all of you. "
A shout went up, but Tabitha motioned them to silence. "You know, my Romanian grandmother always said that enemies and lovers make strange bedfellows. "
Kyrian met Valerius's gaze over Tabitha's head. The two of them had spent centuries hating one another. But for the sake of their wives who were twin sisters, they'd buried the ax-just not in Valerius's head as Kyrian had wanted. He raised his glass in a silent toast to Valerius who returned the gesture before his gaze went to his brother, Zarek, who was holding hands with his wife, Astrid. Like Kyrian, Zarek had spent eternity hating Valerius, too.
Now the brothers were reunited.
Miracles did happen. The people in this room were living proof.
"To family," Tabitha said, holding up her glass. "And to those we've lost, but who we still hold in our hearts, I'd like to propose a moment of silence for them. . . "
Everyone bowed their heads in respect.
But it wasn't sadness Kyrian felt, it was gratitude that all of them were here tonight, alive and well.
He lifted his head at the same time Talon and Sunshine did. Kyrian smiled at them, remembering a time when he and Talon had been the only two Dark-Hunters to patrol New Orleans. Boy, how things had changed from that fateful day when he'd awakened handcuffed to his wife, Amanda.
And thank the gods for it.
Nick stepped back from the window as he watched the group inside lifting their heads from prayer. He placed his hand against the window and remembered Christmases past when he and his mother had been in Kyrian's house, celebrating.
Every year his mother had demanded he attend midnight mass with her. Every year until she'd been brutally murdered.
Now Nick had no one.
You could tell them. Kyrian and Amanda would welcome him back. But he couldn't allow them to. He'd sold his soul to the devil for vengeance and whatever he saw, Stryker saw.
And Stryker wanted Kyrian's daughter.
No matter how much Nick might hate Acheron for allowing his mother to die, he couldn't let Kyrian suffer. He owed Kyrian too much for that.
Closing his eyes, Nick turned away from them and pulled his collar up higher on his neck to block the chill. There really should be some kind of do-over for mistakes. But there wasn't. Life was cold, and it was brutal.
For him, there could never be forgiveness. There was no way back to the life he'd once had.
No way back to the mother he'd once loved more than his own life. He'd screwed everything up royally.
His heart broken, Nick left Kyrian's home and crossed the street to where he'd parked his Jag. After getting inside, Nick paused to stare at Kyrian's house. The red and white lights sparkled in the night and he could hear the laughter that came from the party inside.
"Merry Christmas," he breathed before he started his car and drove it over to the St. Louis Cemetery on Basin Street. He parked at the gas station across from it and crossed the empty street until he was at the locked gates. Nick looked to his right and then his left before he leapt to the top of the ten-foot wall and then jumped to the ground inside.
It was pitch black, but as a Dark-Hunter, he could see better at night than in full daylight. He ignored the hungry souls that reached out for him as he made his way to his mother's tomb. Because of his ties to Stryker, he was immune from possession by their souls.
Nick parted his coat and pulled out the roses he'd brought for her. Shattered by the tragedy of his life, he knelt down before her tomb and placed his forehead against the cold stone. "I miss you, Mom. And I'm sorry. "
And there in the darkness for the merest sliver of a moment, he thought he could feel her presence. But he knew better. She was as lost as he was.
Falling to his knees, Nick curled up against the tomb and squeezed his eyes shut as overwhelming grief racked him.
Stryker rolled his eyes as he saw the image of Nick at his mother's grave in his mind. "Why did I make him my servant again?"
His sister, Satara, looked up from her corner. "What?"
Stryker sighed as he shifted himself on his throne. "Your pet. He's whining again. Go get him. "
Satara let out a loud sound of disgust. "Why don't you kill him already?"
Stryker considered it. "Because he will be my tool to kill Acheron. Trust me. "
"Trust you. . . " She blew him a raspberry. She lifted her hand to form a ball so that she could see Nick. "Oh, just leave him. Let him wallow in his grief. The more he feels her loss, the better for us. "
Perhaps his sister was right.
Even so, watching Nick with his mother reminded Stryker of the loss he'd once suffered, and it pained him to see Nick grieve like that. But more than his loss, he thought of his own son.
Urian.
The pain of his son's death still burned deep inside him, and it made him hate the goddess he served who had demanded he kill his own child.
"One day, Apollymi, I will serve to you what you have served to me. " And he would laugh while she cried over the death of her precious Acheron.
Katoteros
Ash smiled as he watched his daughter, Simi, and her sister, Xirena, opening presents. Dressed in a Goth Santa's Helper dress, Simi had red and black hair. Her demon's wings were a matching red, and they fluttered while she unwrapped a large box.
Xirena's hair was blond, and she was dressed in dark green and gold.
Suddenly, Simi squealed in delight. "BE-Goth dolls!" She beamed at Acheron as she ripped open the box for her Slayer Storm doll and set it next to her Pandora doll. "Akri, you spoil your Simi and she loves her akri. Thank you!"
Xirena let out a similar noise as she opened her gifts to find a collection of Voodoo Babies. She turned to Ash's servant, Alexion. "Oh akri, you know what your demon likes. Thank you. "
Danger leaned against Ash's back to whisper up in his ear. "What do you think they'll do when they open their Tokidoki bags?"
A shrill, piercing scream answered her question. Ash actually cringed. "I think I've lost all hearing. "
Alexion snorted. "I think we just lost some glass in the windows. "
Danger rolled her eyes at her husband before she left Ash's side to put her arm around Alexion's waist. "Shouldn't you see about replacing it then?"
"I don't-" Alexion paused as if he suddenly caught her meaning. "Um, yeah, I think I should. " He looked at Ash. "If you'll excuse me. . . "
Ash didn't have time to answer before the two of them vanished.
Simi frowned. "Where are they going?"
"Sweaty human sex," Xirena answered before she ate one of the plastic qees for her handbag.
Ash cringed at Xirena's comment which was most likely true. "Xirena, do you mind?"
She looked up innocently. "What? It's what they're going to do. It's what they always do. All that huffing and-"
"Xirena, please!"
Simi let out a long-suffering sigh as she caught her sister's attention. "It's not you, Xirena. Akri afraid his Simi is going to find another human to have sex with. "
Xirena made a strange demon noise. "I keep telling you, you need to let me introdu
ce you to some of my demon friends. They have a lot more stamina than them humans do. They can go for days without pausing. And they're so much better-looking. No man turns blue when-"
Ash stood up. "Lady-demons? Do you mind? I'd really like to change this subject. "
Simi huffed. "Listen to him. You'd think akri had never had sex before the way he carries on, which the Simi knows is definitely not true. Akri has more sex than any ten sweaty humans you can name. "
"Simi! Mercy, please. " The last thing he wanted was to have open sex talks with his daughter.
Ash paused as a sudden idea hit him. He snapped his fingers. QVC came onto the TV, and the demons immediately flashed themselves to the monitors.
Thank the gods he knew at least one thing that could distract them. He let out a relieved breath as they stretched out on the floor and manifested cell phones so they could begin ordering.
"Having demon troubles?"
Ash froze as he heard his brother's voice behind him. Alexion had warned him that he'd allowed Styxx to cross over to their side of Katoteros for the holiday.
Even so, it irked him.
Ash turned around to face the one person who was an almost-identical copy to him. The only difference was their eyes. Styxx's were a vibrant blue while Ash's were a swirling silver. "I thought you'd pass on this. It's not exactly your holiday. "
Styxx looked at the Christmas tree in the corner of Ash's throne room-half the ornaments were missing since the demons had decided to snack on them earlier in the evening. "Never thought I'd see something like that in the hall of the Atlantean gods. You think a lot of your family, don't you?"
Ash hesitated. As a human, he'd once begged his brother to love him. At the very least, acknowledge him as family. And every time he'd reached out for Styxx, Styxx had brutally slapped him away.
Now the tables were turned, and Styxx was the one reaching for him. His instinct was to return the favor.
But Ash refused to be like that. . . at least today.
"It took me a long time to have a family that would claim me. "
Styxx sighed. "I'm never going to be able to prove myself to you, am I?"
"How many times have you tried to kill me now?"
Styxx placed his hand on Ash's shoulder and gave him a sincere stare. "I've apologized for that. "
"And I've accepted your apology. "
"But you don't trust me. "
"Would you?"
Styxx looked away as he removed his hand from Ash's shoulder, and Ash felt sorry for the hurt in his brother's gaze. He wanted to trust his brother, but it wasn't that simple. Centuries of betrayal separated them.
"Look, we're taking this slowly, Styxx. Give me time. "
Styxx nodded. "At least you're not throwing me out on the street naked, huh?"
Ash went ramrod-stiff at the callous words and the memory that tore through him of the day Styxx and their father had done that to him.
Styxx looked horrified as he realized what he'd inadvertently said. "Oh gods, Acheron. I forgot. I'm so sorry. "
That was why there was still a wedge between them. Styxx had forgotten an event that had left an indelible scar on Ash's soul. It was one of abject humiliation and bitterness.
And it made Ash want to put his brother through the wall behind him. He had the powers to do it without making a move.
So easy. . .
But he refrained for the time being. "What are you doing here, Styxx?"
"I don't like being alone all the time. "
When Ash spoke, he made sure there was no emotion whatsoever in his voice. "Yeah, it really sucks to be alone, especially on days of celebration. "
Styxx flinched. "I was stupid, Acheron. Please, give me another chance. "
"You want me to throw him out?"
Ash looked past Styxx's shoulder to see Urian approaching them. Tall and lithe, Urian had white blond hair that he normally wore tied back in a queue. Since the day Urian's father, Stryker, had cut his throat and left him for dead, Urian had lived here with Ash, Simi, and Alexion.
"It's all right, Urian. I have it. "
"You sure? It's been a whole day since I last killed someone, and I'm getting antsy. "
Styxx turned a menacing glare on him. "You can't kill me. If you do, Acheron dies. "
Urian tsked. "Nice try, but I know better. The tie only works in reverse. I kill Ash, you die. I kill you, it's just another day to rejoice. "
Ash shook his head. "I thought you were spending the holiday with Wulf and Cassandra. "
"I was, but then Cassandra got all weepy-eyed over the holiday and I couldn't take it. "
In spite of his harsh words, Ash felt the grief Urian still carried over his dead wife, Phoebe. She'd been Cassandra's sister, and no doubt that was what had made Cassandra so sad on this day.
"It's still your day off. "
Urian shrugged. "I hate days off. They're such a waste. Hell, there aren't even any Daimons out and about. They're all holed up as if there's some kind of truce or something. "
"Don't worry. They'll be out in force for New Year's. "
Urian looked hopeful. "Flash me forward in time, Ash. I want to start cleaning house. "
"You know I can't do that. "
Urian scoffed. "You mean you won't. We both know you can. "
"Just because you can-"
"Doesn't mean you should. " Urian shook his head. "I really wish you'd get another saying. That one is lame. " Urian swaggered over to the demons and plopped down on the floor between them. "Any chance we can watch a horror movie?"
Simi lifted her head to look at him. "Is there any where the demons win?"
"Not really. "
"Then pooh on them. I'd rather shop. "
Urian grimaced. "I'd rather have my eyes gouged out. "
Simi arched a brow. "If I do that, can the Simi eat them?"
Xirena pulled a bottle of barbecue sauce out of her purse. "You have to share if you do. "
Urian whimpered in feigned pain.
Ash paid them no attention as he started away from Styxx.
Styxx took his arm and pulled him to a stop. "You can't ignore me forever, brother. "
"True," Ash agreed. "But I can ignore you for now. " And with that, he snapped his fingers and left Katoteros to visit Olympus.
Normally, he'd be like Urian and would rather have his eyes gouged out than be here. Today, however, it was different.
He opened the doors from the balcony of Artemis's temple to find his daughter, Kat, visiting her mother in the main room. Kat sat on the cushioned throne with her long, blond hair gleaming. Her husband, Sin, stood behind her with one hand possessively on her shoulder while Artemis glared at him. Her long, wavy red hair fell around her body, and Ash could tell she was one step away from blasting Sin out of her temple.
"Did I miss something?" Ash asked as he joined them.
Artemis turned on him with a hiss. "Kill Sin already. "
"I would, but I think Kat would miss him. "
"Like I care?"
"Matisera!" Kat said, placing her hand on her distended belly. "Be nice. He is the father of your grandchild. "
Artemis let out a squeal of pain before she flashed out of the room.
"Grandma, grandma, grandma," Sin said in a very infantile manner.
Ash gave him a droll stare. "Is that really necessary?"
Sin laughed. "Absolutely, and don't pretend for even an instant that you're not loving every minute of it. "
Ash couldn't resist smiling. "Not everysingle minute. "
Kat rolled her eyes at them. "You two are rotten. "
Joining the laughter, Ash moved forward to take Kat's hand, and as he did so, he caught a bright flash of something in his mind.
He gasped.
"Solren?" Kat asked, using the Atlantean term for father. "Is something wrong?"
Ash couldn't speak as a strange feeling o
vercame him. There was something. . . something. . .
No, it was someone, he realized, and it was casting a dire pall over everything. He looked at Kat as he tried his best to home in on it.
It was no use. Whatever it was, it was gone now. But even so, it left behind a rift.
Something was coming for him.
And it was going to change him forever. . .
The end.
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