Atlantean gods who made it weren't real
big on sharing its weaknesses with us. If you know
someone tied to their dead pantheon, I suggest you
try them." She turned toward Julian and her
features softened. "I'll see you later, sweetie."
She vanished. "Aphrodite!" Xypher shouted at
the ceiling. "Get your skinny ass back here!"
Simone scoffed. "I can't imagine why she
wouldn't respond to that." She narrowed her gaze
at Xypher. "Where did you go to charm school,
anyway?
Prison?"
He glared at her as if he could imagine his
hands wrapped around her throat. That was okay by
her since she currently held the same fantasy
about choking him . . . preferably with one of the
bracelets they were joined by.
Julian let out a tired breath as he put his
hands on his hips. "I hope you're friends with
Acheron. He's the only Atlantean I know of."
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Xypher didn't looked overly thrilled by that
prospect. "Give me his number."
Simone arched a brow at Xypher. "Can't you just
call him out of thin air?"
Julian laughed. "Good luck. He's the only
person I know who can be crankier than my mother
or Xypher. You don't summon Acheron. You ask
nicely."
"I'm so sick of the gods playing with my life,"
Xypher snarled as Julian handed him a piece of
paper with a number scribbled on it.
A glimmer of something flashed in Julian's
eyes. "I know the feeling. But sometimes salvation
from them can come at the most unlikely time." His
gaze went to Simone. "And from the most unlikely
people."
Xypher rolled his eyes. "Don't sell me your
bullshit. I'm on a countdown here. In twenty-two
days I go back to hell. My only goal is to make
sure that this time, I don't go alone."
"Then I wish you luck." Julian showed them to
the door. "If you need anything else, let me
know."
Simone thanked him before she led the way
across the porch. She handed Xypher her cell phone
as they walked to the car—she was actually
surprised he didn't poof them back into it.
Then again, he was distracted. He didn't say a
word. He merely took the phone and dialed the
number with an irritable expression that was
somehow inviting.
"Of course you're not answering . . ." he said
in a guttural tone. Then in a more normal voice he
said, "Acheron, it's Xypher. When you check
messages, I need you to call me back at this
number. I have a situation and I need you to
contact me ASAP." He closed the phone and returned
it to her.
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Simone put it in her back pocket. "You think
he'll be in touch?"
"Don't worry about it."
She pulled him to a stop on the walkway. "Do
you have to be so surly over every question?"
"Do you have to be so damned perky? Was it too
much to ask that I get chained to a depressed mute
or one of those chicks who dresses in black and
writes bad poetry?"
She'd never been more offended in her life.
"What is wrong with you?" His eyes flared in the
darkness. "Be grateful, human, that you could
never understand."
Understand what? That he was an asshole? There
was no excuse in that.
"You know, you're not the only one with
problems in this equation. I happen to have a life
and a job. The last thing I need is to be pulling
around a three-hundred-pound gorilla with a chip
on his shoulder so big it's a wonder he's not
hunchbacked from it."
"I don't weigh three hundred pounds."
She arched a single brow at his retort. "No
denying the gorilla part?"
"No."
That took a lot of the bravado out of her. It
was hard to get the upper hand when he seemed so
content to be a monster.
"Um, Simone?" There was a note of fear in
Jesse's voice.
She turned toward him. "Yes?"
"What is that?"
She looked to see what he was pointing at. Tall
and lithe, it had eyes that were glowing red in
the darkness.
And it was headed straight for them.
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Xypher jerked her toward Jesse. "Both of you
stay back."
Simone wasn't about to argue given the size of
the creature headed toward them and the fact that
his skin appeared to be boiling