Ignoring Urian’s question, Sin shrugged. “They say they can help with this.”
Hands on his hips, Savitar glared at Acheron and then Kat. “Apollymi owes me. Big. And so do you.” Then he looked back at Sin and gave a curt nod.
Urian heard Davyn gasp as he saw Zakar, Sin’s twin brother, appear next to him. But at least they were easy to tell apart since Zakar had longer hair.
The Egyptian god Set had always been a peculiar beast, far different from the rest of his pantheon. One thing being, his dark red hair. Which made sense, Urian supposed, as red was the color that represented evil for them, and Set was the god of evil, darkness, and chaos.
All that bad shit, really.
Tall and muscular, he had an aura of power around him that set Urian’s nerves on edge.
Yet the oddest part was when Zakar nudged Set to look at Styxx. “Now there’s a photo-op expression if ever there was one.”
Urian glanced to the baffled look on Styxx’s face.
They weren’t wrong.
For whatever reason, Set and Zakar transformed into an odd-looking couple, then quickly returned to their immortal appearances.
Okay, then …
Obviously there was some weird inside joke the rest of them weren’t in on.
Set glanced around at them. “Over four thousand years ago, Apollo and his whore mother used my son Seth”—he indicated the red-haired man at his side who had a mop of curls—“to trap me in the desert without his knowledge of what was being done to him and why, and restricted my powers so that the Greeks could take over my pantheon and hand my son over to my bitterest enemy.”
Ah …
Damn, his grandfather just screwed over everyone he came into contact with. Urian passed a disgusted sneer to Davyn. Really, was there any person who didn’t want to jack-slap Apollo into oblivion at this point?
Set clapped his hand on Styxx’s shoulder. “But for Styxx, I’d still be there, chained in the desert, fighting off vultures.” He glanced to his son and his gaze softened instantly. “And my son would still be hating me for something I tried my best to spare him.”
Styxx’s scowl deepened. “Why didn’t you tell me it was you when I freed you?”
“You were in enough pain over Bet. I didn’t want to make it worse on you when I didn’t think I could do anything to fix it or help you. After you did me such a massive favor, the last thing I wanted was to repay you with more pain.”
Set inclined his head to Sin’s brother. “Zakar and I were allies back in the day, which was why I had you take me to his place to recuperate. Since you left, we’ve been trying to find a way to revive my daughter without awakening the other Atlanteans. Ironic as hell that they woke up and she didn’t.”
Styxx scowled. “But Bethany was Egyptian, not Atlantean.”
“From me, yes. Her mother’s Symfora.”
Bug-eyed, Urian exchanged a gaping stare with Davyn at a name they both knew. Symfora was the Atlantean goddess of death, sorrow, and woe.
Styxx let out a long tired breath. “Bethany’s Bet’anya Agriosa?”
Set nodded. “For an obvious reason, she was scared to tell you the truth.”
“I wouldn’t have cared.”
“Good. Because if you want her back, you’re going to have to bleed Apollo and battle the worst of the Atlantean gods for her.”
“And you’re not going to fight withoutus.” Maahes and Ma’at flashed into the room, next to Savitar. Called the lord of the massacre, Maahes was the protector of innocents. A massively muscled brute, he had a lot in common with Urian’s brother Archie, except he was much better tempered. And his huge size was a bitter contrast to Ma’at’s exceptionally tiny stature. The goddess of justice and truth barely came up to their waists.
But he much preferred looking at her, as she was gorgeous. Her red-and-gold dress set her dark skin off to perfection. And her Nubian locks were held back from her sharp, chiseled features by a dark scarlet scarf.
Eyes flaring with rage, Savitar growled. “Anyone else you want to bring to the party?”
Maahes grinned insolently. “Mother, may I?”
