Blood Hunt (28 page)

People began to scream, and if the earthquake had sent some running for the exits, it was nothing to the new stampede.

“You wanted chaos,” I said to Set. “Well, it appears you have it.”

The claw never connected with me. As I watched, a form somersaulted into the air, swinging with her glorious silver-gold sword, and the claw was severed clean through, dropping to the stage and scattering the last of the stragglers, who couldn't quite believe…

And that was what it was all about. We'd shattered their belief in their false prophet. We'd killed his chaos field.

Set was vulnerable.

Suddenly, the force of all those stage lights was shining on Set, and a glow started in his abdomen like an ant under a magnifying glass about to burst into flame. He moved out of the way, but the lights followed him.

I reached down to the shard of glass still embedded in my calf and with the last of the strength remaining in my stabbed arm, I pulled it forth, dropped onto Set's vulnerable side and drove it deep, complete with its thick covering of my blood.

Set spasmed once, and his legs changed to that of a boar, while his face, half paralyzed, stayed somewhere between man and scorpion. He started to fall, no longer able to stay aloft, no longer able to fight, his feet scrabbling uselessly like a dog that chases a rabbit in sleep.

And when he hit the ground, he simply lay still. Whether the paralysis spread or he'd simply given up the fight, I didn't know. I watched for him to rise again like a movie monster, but he didn't so much as twitch. Petrified, I thought with relief. Not dead—after all, as he'd said, the world couldn't do completely without chaos—but for now quiescent…inert. I only hoped he'd stay that way until we could restore his chains.

Finally, I let myself sink down as well, easing myself to the ground. I was a freaking mess with only one good leg to stand on.

Chapter Twenty-Six

I sat at the bar with Neith as nervous as a hen in a rooster house, which was a pretty apt comparison considering the way the guys at the bar were eyeing her. I'd convinced her to put herself into the hands of Spike and Roslyn, the stylists Apollo had hired for me when we'd walked the red carpet, the ones who'd managed to tame my wild hair. Her hair was no longer reined in by rows and rows of braids, but now in a soft halo around her head.

Originally, the stylists had given her smoky eyes, bronzed her cheeks and done a whole host of other things to her, but she'd washed it all off, saying that she wasn't going into battle and so refused to cake her face in war paint. “He's either going to like me for me or he's not going to like me at all.” I applauded her and reveled maybe just a bit in Spike's consternation.

She accepted the dress though. Still in bounty hunter black, but now in some kind of silky fabric that molded to her, thin straps crisscrossing her back. They'd paired it with an interesting gold chain with a long dangle that fell right into her décolletage, calling attention to what was there. It wasn't much, but Nick wasn't a breast man or he and I would never have gotten together.

She sat now, nothing but kohl lining her eyes and a little bit of sheer gloss on her lips, looking absolutely amazing. She was completely oblivious to the attention riveted on her, and sat shredding a bar napkin into confetti.

“I can't do this,” she said.

“What, dinner? You've faced down enemies. It shouldn't be any harder to face down a friend.”

She looked up at me, and I was struck again by her lethal lashes. Nick was going down. “But what if—”

“Neith, there are no guarantees in life, you know that. Don't ‘what if' yourself right out of living.”

“But—”

She'd been drinking seltzer with lime to settle her stomach. I signaled the bartender for something stronger. When it arrived, a shot of Patrón, she gave it a look and then passed that look to me. “What is it?” she asked.

“Liquid courage.”

She snarled at me, again the warrior goddess. “You drink it then. I'll face this sober or not at all.”

One shot wasn't going to get her drunk, but I didn't argue it. The drink had already done what was intended, which was to square her shoulders and shore her up. She was not going to back down.

I didn't think Nick was either. Back in the thick of the battle, he'd not only removed her breastplate, he'd had to reach into her chest to rip out Set's anchor into her, his disk. He'd had more luck with his bare hands than Apollo'd had with Thalia and his silly rubber gloves. I hadn't seen the actual moment, but I'd seen Nick and Neith in the aftermath of the battle. Something had passed between them. Something life-altering. Maybe touching her heart had touched his. Or maybe seeing her vulnerable made her a little less terrifying…

Gah, it wasn't even my relationship and I was overthinking it. Maybe it had simply been inevitable. Fate. Or their embodiments.

Or maybe they'd crash and burn. Time would tell.

Neith's head snapped up and swiveled toward the entrance as if she could sense Nick the way I could sense Apollo, because sure enough, Nick stood there, handsome in a suit, his blue tie picking up the blue of his eyes.

I took a deep breath myself. I'd moved on, but the man still had an impact. Presence, the Hollywood crowd might have said.

Well, I'd gotten her up to the moment. Neith could take it from here. And besides, I had security arrangements to double-check—for the still-stoned Set
and
his sister wives with Artemis and her devotees now guarding, giving Tawaret some much-needed time off. Then I had my own dinner plans.

I gave Neith's hand a quick squeeze. “Good luck.”

I'm not sure she even noticed. She had eyes only for Nick, and she slid off her stool and headed for him like there was some kind of tractor beam pulling her.

Leaving me with the bar tab, but that was okay.

Nick, for his part, had a word with the hostess, but his gaze caught Neith's as he scanned the bar, and I thought I saw him take a fortifying breath.

I paid the tab and then slipped out.

Across town, Apollo waited to take me to the heavens—not nearly as romantic as it sounded—and then a candlelit dinner for two.

Tomorrow I had a deposition with the lawyers on the Roland case, which was going to be…challenging. The lawyers' strategy seemed to be a variation on Jessica's “curse of the pharaohs” idea. They were even calling in Panacea, as the world-renowned epidemiologist who'd spearheaded the cure for the zombie virus that had struck New York to sell the idea. After all, that had been a case where hundreds of thousands who hadn't been quite themselves had wreaked havoc and brought bloodshed to the city and had never been prosecuted. I hoped that it worked…and that it would convince the Egyptian authorities as well.

And after the deposition…my promised interview with Susie Tallios.

There was no question which I dreaded more. I suspected that after tomorrow my world would never be the same.

But tonight there was Apollo. I'd also make sure of nudity…and cake…not necessarily in that order.

About the Author

Lucienne Diver does not actually come from circus folk, though you'd never know it to meet her family. She is, however, in no particular order, wife, mother, book addict, sun-worshipper, mythology enthusiast, beader, travel-junkie, clothes horse and crazy person. In addition to the
Latter-Day Olympians
series for Samhain, she writes the
Vamped
series of young adult novels (
Vamped
,
Revamped
,
Fangtastic
and
Fangtabulous
). Her short stories have appeared in the
Strip-Mauled
and
Fangs for the Mammaries
anthologies edited by Esther Friesner (Baen Books) and
Kicking It
edited by Faith Hunter and Kalayna Price
(Roc).
Her essay “Abuse” is included in anthology
Dear Bully: 70 Authors Tell Their Stories
(HarperTeen). More information can be found on her website at
www.luciennediver.com
. You can also follow her on Twitter
@luciennediver
.

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Will would forget the color of the sky before he'd forget the love of all his lives. But his time is done. It's only a matter of which demon will finally destroy him.

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Blood Hunt

Copyright © 2015 by Lucienne Diver

ISBN: 978-1-61922-630-2

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