to—” She’d pressed her lips together, unsure if she
ought to give voice to her thoughts.
“Go on,” Calliope had urged.
“A member of the Asetian Guard.”
“Which is exactly the point,” Calliope had replied,
her lips curving in a beautiful, serene smile. More than
once over the years, Calliope’s smile had grated on
Roxy’s nerves like a cat yowling at 3:00 a.m., mostly
because Roxy andserenedidn’t inhabit the same dictionary. And partly because Roxy wanted just a sliver
of that tranquility for herself.
“Where should I live, Roxy?” Calliope had continued. “In a fortress? No man-made wall can hold back
my enemies. Or yours, now.”
EVE SILVER
345
Hadn’t that proven to be the truth. All those years ago,
Dagan had warned her about the Daughters of Aset.
Would have been nice if he’d thrown in a mention of fire
genies.
And soul reapers and demons and gods and demigods.
Killing the engine, Roxy sat in the car for a second
longer. The kitchen light was burning despite the hour.
Looked like Calliope was expecting her. No surprise
there. That was one of Calliope’s talents—prescience.
Roxy might sense a supernatural’s energy vibe, but
unless she’d encountered the individual before, she
wouldn’t necessarily knowwhowas coming for a visit,
just thatsomeonewas. And she’d know if they were
friend or foe.
But Calliope knew a hell of a lot more than that.
Generally, she knew exactly who was about to arrive
