“You know that’s just Greek to me, right?”
He laughed at her teasing tone. “I’m crazy for you.”
“Ah … well hurry up. Save my sister and get your hulking sexy ass home. You know whenever you speak Greek to me you make me horny.”
And those words made him instantly hard. “That was mean.”
“I know. Get here soon.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He hung up the phone and sobered as he saw his friends arriving.
Crap! If the Dark-Hunter didn’t arrive, he was going to have to go into that club, and ruffle some Were-Hunter fur to protect Cassandra himself.
That would go over like a Charonte in Artemis’s temple.
Shit …
Urian had just reconciled himself to that miserable fate when he finally saw the huge hulking predator swaggering toward the door. Yeah, there was no missing that kind of arrogant stride.
Dark-Hunter.
Thank the gods.
Saluting the bastard in silence, Urian stepped back into the shadows. Now he was off to get laid and put this shitty night to rest. He’d deal with his father later.
And deal he would.
Because there would be hell to pay. But the smile on Phoebe’s face when he told her that Cassandra was safe would be worth it.
His wife would definitely return the favor and show him her gratitude.
Yet as he opened the portal to take him to Elysia, he couldn’t help thinking he was living on borrowed time and that everything was about to come crashing down.
He could feel it in his bones.
Death was coming. And the bastard already had him marked.
February 16, 2004
Urian entered his father’s study with the pride and grace of a lethal predator. Looking neither left nor right, he made his way straight to where his father stood in front of his desk to report his findings from the Inferno, where he’d gone earlier to speak to the owner Dante Pontis’s brother, Sal. A smarmy little panther.
After that encounter, he still felt the need to shower and he’d barely spent fifteen minutes talking to the were-beast.
His father narrowed his gaze on him. “Any word?”
Urian shook his head. “Not yet. The Were-Hunter said he’d lost her scent, but that he will pick her up again.”
His father clapped him on the back. “I want at least twenty standing by. There’s no way she’ll escape us all.”
Effing awesome. Make this as hard on me as you can.Outwardly, Urian showed no emotion whatsoever. “I’ll summon the Illuminati.”
His father inclined his head to him. “Good. And this time, I’ll go with you.”
That was a whole lot of disconcerting. His father never went on these runs with them. For that matter, Urian couldn’t remember the last time his father had even left Kalosis.
Normally Trates brought the meals here for his father to suck the souls of humans out in their main hall.
Damn, the world really was coming to an end. And he had a front-row seat for it.
