“Zis is insane,” Kirill said.
I blinked, and a memory surfaced. I was dancing with a man—the trickster. “I remember what he looks like!”
“Hurry!” Odin said, lurching to his feet. “Tell us!”
We were back home, in Pride Palace's dining hall with the Squad, my lions, and all the other gods who had joined us that night. Everyone focused on me. And most of those stares belonged to shifters. No one focuses like a shapeshifter.
“He has a very dark complexion. Full lips. Brown eyes. The lower third of his face was longer than the middle. He—”
“The lower third?” Pan interrupted.
“I'm an artist,” I huffed. “I think of the face in three sections—upper, middle, and lower. The lower face is from the base of the nose to the chin. That portion of his face was longer than the others. He had a prominent nose, but his chin was less so.”
“So the lower portion was longer but not as prominent?” Torrent asked as his eyes focused on something in the air before him. “Would you say that his glabella was prominent?”
“Glabella?” Pan asked as if Torr and I had gone mad.
“The rounded surface of the frontal bone between your eyes,” Torrent explained.
“Moderate,” I said. “On the verge of being prominent.”
“And his nose, was it wide?”
“Yes. His hair was curly and black. Tight curls.”
“An afro?” Torrent asked.
“A little more defined, but I guess you could call it that.”
Torrent blinked and focused on me. “I think he's a Nigerian god.”
“Nigerian?” I asked.
“They have long lower faces and less prominent chins. Nigerian would be my first guess.” Torrent grimaced. “I'm ninety-nine percent sure.”
“Well, if you're ninety-nine percent sure,” Horus drawled.
“There's also the fact that the Igbo tribe of Nigeria has a God of Confusion,” Torrent added.
The table went silent.
Odin sat down.
“Well?” Fenrir, back into his real body, which was really big, demanded. “Who is he? What's this confusing god's name?”
“His name is Ekwensu. He's a trickster god. The Spirit of Confusion.”
“A trickster,” I said.
“That's him,” Luke said. “It has to be.”
“And get this,” Torrent added. “He's known to incite people to violent acts. And he's crafty.”
“That sounds like him,” I said.
“Great. We know who he is,” Anubis said. “But how do we get to him?”
Anubis had once cleansed Torr and me of the Darkness and saved our lives. He knew Torrent had taken me through the Aether and into another territory where we'd been infected. So he knew what Torrent was capable of, if not exactly how his magic worked. But there was also Samael and Lilith to consider.
