“So he’s your half brother?” she says.
I nod. “Yep. And this unhelpful asshole is his mate Ajax.”
“This unhelpful asshole magicked up a towel, which I can undo, if you prefer,” he drawls.
“Please don’t,” Sera murmurs. “Thank you for the towel.”
He smiles. “You are way too good for Maliki.”
I grunt at that. He’s right, so I’m not about to correct him.
However, Sera says, “He’s just grumpy because Hades and Morpheus are probably trying to kill each other right now.” She frowns. “They can’t die, though, right?”
She’s aware of the answer to that, but she clearly needs confirmation of what she already knows. So I give it to her with a nod and reply, “Yes. Mythos Fae are immortal.”
Except the Omegas somehow disappeared.
So there’s that mystery to solve.
But not right now.
Az materializes and hands me a pair of jeans. Given that our heights and statures are nearly identical, I’m notsurprised when the pants fit perfectly. “Thank you,” I tell him.
He nods. “Typhos says he’ll bring something over for Sera.”
Ugh. This should go well. The Hell Fae King nearly killed me last year. Of course, I fucked with his realm by opening a portal to another dimension—for Hades—and therefore deserved Typhos’s wrath.
But that doesn’t mean I fancy seeing him again.
He’ll probably have a few choice words about me shadowing directly into his personal wing.
However, it was the safest place I could think of for Sera. Thus, I’ll take whatever punishment he wants to deal out, so long as he lets Sera stay.
In true form, Typhos Lucifer arrives in a cloud of fiery embers, the demonstration of power not lost on me.
Yet Sera appears unfazed, as though she sees these sorts of parlor tricks every day.
She stares at him and says, “I assume you’re Typhos?”
His eyebrow arches as he meets her gaze. “I am.”
She nods. “Okay.”
“Okay?” he echoes.
“I’m a little overwhelmed right now and just trying to make sure I know everyone’s names.”
“I take that to mean you have no idea who I am, then,” he says slowly.
She frowns. “You just confirmed you’re Typhos.”
“Yes. Typhos Lucifer.”
Her brow furrows. “As in the Hell Fae King, right?”
“Oh, so you do know who I am,” he drawls.
She exhales loudly. “Yes, I do. But to be completely honest, I already have enough arrogant Gods in my life. So if you don’t mind, I’m going to just talk to you like an ordinary fae.”
