Chris and Kat led the way back to the apartment.
As soon as they could, Urian and Phoebe left with her father in tow.
Which made for an awkward silence as her father treated him more like a bad lab experiment. It didn’t matter that he’d saved both of Jefferson’s daughters. The man just continued to treat him like shit.
“I don’t bite.”
“Sorry. It’s just I’ve heard so much about Daimons from my wife and daughters. But you’re the first one I’ve ever met.”
“It’s okay. I get it. Kind of like human kindness and compassion. I’ve heard of such mythical beasts, but I have yet to encounter them personally. Keep hoping to, though.”
Urian decided to leave Phoebe alone with her father and let them catch up. But as he walked around the underground city, he kept having the strangest premonition.
He saw himself in the past. Alone. And he heard someone weeping, but he didn’t know who.
It was so strange. But not as strange as him being here tonight, the son of Stryker who had been tagged to annihilate Phoebe and her bloodline. Now being the very one who’d married Cassandra to Wulf, his enemy, so that they could safeguard that bloodline for all time.
Apollymi was right. It was the ultimate betrayal. He was his father’s right hand. The only one Stryker trusted.
And tonight, he’d just stabbed his father in the heart.
May 24, 2004
“Your father has lost his mind.”
That was an understatement. Ever since Cassandra had birthed her son, Erik, his father had been spiraling out of control with an insane need to kill the two of them.
Raking his hands through his hair, Urian was at a loss on how to deal with the man. In all these centuries past, he’d never seen him quite likethis.“I don’t know, Dav … has he gone trelos?”
“I was about to askyouthat.”
That would be his best guess. It would make the most sense. He was definitely acting like an utter lunatic.
“Urian!”
Davyn sighed. “I amsoglad I’m not his son.”
“Way to have my back.”
“Yeah, well. I’d rather have your ass.”
“Not funny.”
Davyn held his hand up with his fingers pinched together. “I’m a little funny.”
“Urian!”
He teleported into his father’s office. “You rang down the temple?”
His father gave him a cold, murderous glare. “Don’t even. Are you aware that the bastard Dante Pontis killed our informant?”
Urian gaped. “Dante murdered his own brother? Damn, that’s cold even for a Katagari Were.”
“Do we have anyone else in his club we can call on?”
Urian scratched at his neck as he considered his sources. “Not really and probably not after that kind of tantrum. Pretty sure anyone who might be bought would have a serious sphincter clinch after that.”
His father moved to stand in his face. “I want a spy, Urian. Find me one.”
