Styxx met Urian’s gaze and nodded. “I am.”
He took Styxx’s hand and squeezed it, then went to Bethany. He brushed his hand over Sebastos’s curls. “Hi, Bas.”
“You want to hold him?” Tory asked.
Styxx shook his head. “I might break him and piss off Acheron.”
Urian laughed.
“You can’t break him, sweetie,” Bethany said.
“I don’t know. The last time I held a child that age, I must have broken it ’cause it leaked all over me.”
Bethany laughed so hard, she had to give Bas back to his mother before she dropped him.
Tory kissed Bas’s head. “You’re right, Bethany. He’s hilarious.”
“And now that he’s back,” Ma’at said, “we need to finish something. Will all of you excuse us?”
Urian frowned. “Should I be worried?”
Ash took his son from his wife. “Nah. They’re going to finish the ceremony to reunite Bethany’s heart. It’s all good.”
“Ah.”
“Don’t look so worried, Urian. They’ll be fine.”
Ash said that, but something wasn’t right. Urian could feel it. His family was reunited. He should feel whole again, and a part of him did.
Yet …
He glanced around the room and he still had that vacuous ache that defied explanation.
Alexion and Danger were sitting with Xirena and Simi, laughing. Tory and Ash and all seemed okay.
But something wasn’t right. Something cosmically was out of order. Every Daimon and demigod sense he possessed knew it.
Closing his eyes, he swore he could see the atoms of the universe realigning. Hear the aether whispering.This isn’t good.The winds of change were coming and they were bringing with them the scythe of upheaval.
Nothing was ever going to be the same again.
October 23, 2017
“Falcyn!” Urian barked as he caught sight of the massive Were-Hunter bastard in Sanctuary coming way too close to his sister.
He hated that bastard for many, many reasons. Not the least of which was having removed Xyn from Kalosis all those centuries before.
Damn him!
Worse? He knew that look. And no man or beast gave his sister that look without getting an ass-beating from him.
Falcyn tsked at Urian. “Do you really think to make me heel at your command, lapdog?”
Unperturbed by that insult and wanting to drink dragon blood, Urian narrowed his eyes while he rapidly closed the distance between them. He kept his attention keenly focused on Falcyn, watching his every twitch.
He didn’t trust the Drakos bastard at all. This was one of Xyn’s brothers, which meant that Urian knew exactly how treacherous Falcyn could be.
Stepping between them, Urian gave Medea a bit of breathing room. “I would caution you to remember you’re in a Were-Hunter sanctuary.”
