“You see?” Ekwensu waved at me with both hands. “I'm not him. I don't sound the same.”
“But you look the same,” Odin said.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ekwensu snapped. “Ever heard of a glamour?”
Everyone looked at me.
I shook my head. “I don't think it was a glamour. I can usually tell. Still, I'm not completely sure this is the same man. Now that I'm thinking about it, it would be just like the trickster to lead us to someone else.”
“If they weren't using a glamour, then you're looking for a shapeshifter,” Ekwensu said. “Because I swear to you, I am not a part of this.”
“Even if it's not him, the trickster used his face for a reason,” Viper said. “I vote we take him with us and question him further.”
“I agree,” Re said.
Everyone agreed, and before Ekwensu could say another word of protest, Azrael traced him away.
“Thank you for your hospitality,” the Devil said to Taran.
“Oh, my pleasure,” Taran said. “Come back anytime.”
“I think we will,” Holly said with a last look around. “You have dancing here, right?”
“Yes, Ma'am,” Taran drawled in the Texan accent he was picking up. “We have five dance floors, one of them is bound to play something you enjoy.”
“I love dancing.” The Holy Spirit smiled at Satan.
Satan smiled back. “We will dance all night, my love.” He pulled her into his arms and spun her as they traced away.
“Good luck with your interrogation,” Taran called brightly as the rest of us left.
We didn't even care that a bunch of humans had seen us leave. The world knew about tracing now. How wild was that?
Chapter Forty-Seven
We had just settled Ekwensu in a chair when Katila came storming in.
“Give me back the Pasha!” Katila shouted.
A roomful of gods turned to gape at Katila.
“I thought you were supposed to take care of him?” Horus asked Ekwensu dryly.
“Now who the fuck is that guy?” Ekwensu shot back.
Then a rumbling shook the citadel. Vines shot out of the walls while stone came from below, all of it aimed at Katila. Never attack a god in his territory. The Fey Lands of Earth was the Faerie God's territory. And, sure enough, Azrael was back in his Faerie God form.
Katila's ghost form didn't care whose territory this was. Plants and rocks went right through him. As did every other attack sent his way. He strode forward, searching the room for Kirill.
“Fuck this!” Ekwensu cried and ran for the door.
Odin grabbed him and shoved him toward the back wall.
“I'm not a part of this!”
Maybe he wasn't. Katila barely glanced at Ekwensu and certainly wasn't afraid of the guy. But if this wasn't the trickster, he must have chosen Ekwensu's face for a reason. And even though Katila was heading for Kirill unscathed, no one was falling into a daze. Either the trickster wasn't there or Ekwensu was the trickster and a very good actor.
“Finn!” I shouted. “Watch him.”
