Falcyn snorted. “You must be thinking something good about me then.”
“I was.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I don’t believe it.”
She popped him playfully on his arm. “Told you.”
Shaking his head, he whistled at the Charonte. “As much as I’d love to see a bloody banquet ensue, and that it pains me to put the brakes on your feast. But…”
The Charonte actually whimpered.
“Yeah, we might need the war birds, so could you stow the condiments and hang on to the poultry for a few?” He walked over to the strykyn leader and literally plucked him from the hands of the Charonte who’d been one bite away from his jugular. “Who exactly sent you?”
With an audible gulp, the strykyn rubbed at his bite wound. “Morgen and Apollo.”
He draped his arm around the warrior’s shoulders and pulled him away from the demon. “And how loyal are you feeling to them at the moment?”
The strykyn glanced around the room to the faces of his men and the Charonte who were begging him to be loyal to the Greek god and fey queen so that Falcyn would allow them to finish their meal in peace. “Um… Not very.”
“Good answer. Which means I’m going to not feed you to the Charonte.”
There were more protests from the disappointed demons as they begged harder for him to reconsider.
“–Quite yet.” Falcyn held his hand up to quell them. “There’s always later. However, I’m feeling uncharacteristically charitable at the moment. So I would urge the lot of your friends here to not try my patience, or that of Apollymi’s. And definitely not tempt the Charonte, who have no restraint whatsoever, and an insatiable hunger. Pack your wings, strykyn, and fly home, empty taloned. What do you think?”
The strykyn didn’t hesitate with his answer. “I think your stone looks good on you, my lord.”
Falcyn patted him on the cheek. “Thought you might feel that way, punkin. Now take your little owlkateers and vamoose.”
Medea waited until they were gone. “You think you can trust them?”
“Hell, no. But I think I can trust their fear of our friends here.” Falcyn looked down at her and frowned. “However, that’s not what really concerns me.”
“No?”
“Nope. What rates highest on my shitometer at the moment is just how the hell they got into Kalosis to begin with. I mean, think about it. Breaching the portal… not an easy feat. We know Mama Polly didn’t open it. We didn’t let them in.” He glanced to her parents. “Lucy, want to take this?”
Her father turned pale. “He’s right. The number of people who can open a bolt-hole is finite and small.”
Medea went cold. “There’s a traitor among us.”
Davyn’s eyes widened. “Who would dare?”
Only one name came to mind.
She arched a brow at him as they both knew that Davyn had dared in the past, but that had been for Urian’s benefit alone. And while she knew he’d carried information to her brother, she didn’t suspect him in this. It was one thing to help out his friend. Quite another to help out an enemy who’d betrayed them all.
An enemy and god no one could stand.
No. Davyn wouldneverhave helped Apollo against his own race. A race Apollo had cursed to die.
Only a rank idiot would be so stupid. So who among them was that said idiot?
Her mother crossed her arms over her chest. “We will find them and eat their entrails.”
The Charonte perked up at her words.
“Yes,” her mother said, louder. “I will personally hand-feed them to you, my demons. With barbecue sauce.”
