In and out of bed.
She pouted at him. “Why are you leaving?”
“It’s taking too long to round up the dragon. I don’t like this delay.”
She scoffed at his worried tone. “My men will handle it. They know better than to fail me.”
He rinsed his mouth out and spat before he turned toward her, patting his chin dry. “And I know my son. He was ever resourceful. Not to mention that bitch he serves. Apollymi hates me with a passion. As do her two sons.”
That news shocked her. “Twosons? I thought her one and only son was dead.”
“I wish.” He let out a bitter laugh. “Nay, my evil fairie queen. Not dead. Acheron is hers by birth and conception. Brought back to life by my idiot of a twin sister who wanted to fuck him, and instead screwed the rest of us by her insatiable appetite for an ex-human whore. As for Styxx, he belongs to Apollymi by adoption. To that end, you can count my son as well. Indeed, she oft mothers Stryker more than she does her own.”
“Really…” Morgen’s mind whirled with this newfound information. “Any other brats I need know about?”
He dropped the towel and reached for his pants to pull them on. “You could almost count the Malachai. He is a direct descendent of her firstborn. Granted, a thousand times removed.”
Four sons for Apollymi…
Morgen rose up to lean against Arador, who slumbered in her bed. Worthless prick had no stamina. “Does she consider the current Malachai as one of hers?”
“Not as far as I know. Her loyalty to that end seems to have died with her original son, Monakribos.”
“And what of his father? Was Kissare not supposed to be reborn so that he could return to her?”
Apollo froze in the middle of buttoning his shirt. He blinked slowly before he answered. “He was, indeed.” A slow, evil grin spread across his face. “Why, Morgen, dearest evil bitchtress, I do believe you’ve found something.”
“So he was reborn?”
Laughing, Apollo crossed the floor to her bed and pulled her naked body against his. “I don’t know. But I know who will.”
The Fates.
He didn’t say it, but Morgen knew the answer as well as he did. Those three whores knew everything about everyone.
“And if he does live,” Apollo whispered against her lips, “we will find him and gut him at her feet!”
“I don’t follow. Wouldn’t that be a bit anticlimatic? What’s the point?”
He kissed her lips. “The point is that the goddess of all destruction and darkness has only had three weaknesses in the whole of her life. Kissare, Monakribos, and Acheron.” He nipped at her lips. “Given how frigid a bitch she is, I’m willing to bet that they had more in common than just their mother.”
Morgen’s eyes widened as she finally understood. “You’re thinking that Acheron’s father is Kissare reincarnated?”
He actually drew blood from her bottom lip with his fangs as he pulled back and nodded. “It would explain so much.… Archon swore he would never father a child with her and he went to his nebulous state claiming Acheron wasn’t his son. Had Apollymi truly loved him, she would never have ended him as she did. God knows, she suffered much to protect Kissare and their offspring.”
“Then who’s Acheron’s real father?”
“Only Apollymi knows.”
Morgen smiled at this newfound knowledge and what it signified. “And the Fates.”
“If they don’t, they will learn it.” He gave her one last kiss, then stepped away.
She frowned at his actions. “Where are you off to?”
“To find Kessar. I have another errand for him.”
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