“Are you sure he wasn’t?”
“Yeah. Very much so. Kissare loved Apollymi. He gave his life for her and for their son. There was nothing altruistic about Archon. He was much likeyou.”
Apollo’s eyes narrowed. But he chose to ignore the dig. “Who was he working with?”
“No one knows. Archon refused to betray his informant. He was too grateful to be the king of his own pantheon to ever give over the name of someone Apollymi would have surely gutted.”
Apollo considered that for a few minutes. “Was Kissare ever reborn?”
“Again, no one knows. But I’d say he must have been.”
“Why?”
“Because someone fathered Acheron. Knowing Apollymi as I do and how she is, I would lay my money and life that Kissare was the father of both her sons. You find out who Acheron’s real father is and you will find out who Apollymi really loves.”
“You think he’s still alive?”
Dikastas cradled his coffee mug as he considered it. “That would be the question of the day, wouldn’t it?”
Urian growled ashe cowed the dragon bastard in front of him. He’d had it with the scaly beasts!
Xyn appeared between them. “Problem?”
The dragon raked a look over him that said he’d like to have a little Daimon barbecue. “No.”
Urian scoffed. “Keep walking, Barney. Clubhouse is on your right.” Xyn screwed her face up at his words. “Barney?”
“Big purple bastard. Drives you insane with asinine bullshit, just like your friend there.” He jerked his chin toward the lumbering dragon who’d left them.
Brushing her hand through his hair, she kissed his cheek. “I have so missed you.”
Urian closed his eyes and savored her warmth.“Kanis tin zoi mou pio omorfi.”
She smiled. “You make my life more beautiful, too.”
And that was one of the things he adored most about her. She actually spoke his language.
Rubbing his stomach in a way that set him on fire, she stood way too close for his comfort. “Have you heard from Shadow yet?”
He shook his head. “He’ll let us know as soon as he finds more housing.”
That had been their first quest upon leaving the bedroom. Find new homes for their friends here, as they both knew Falcyn wouldn’t be keen on sharing whenever he returned.
Speaking of …
They heard a sudden loud bellow as her brother and Medea returned.
“Fun times!” Xyn said with an overly exaggerated smile. “Let’s go torment the big guy, shall we?”
Laughing, he followed her.
True to her words, she met Falcyn with a charming grin and grace that only she could pull off. “Like the new decorations? Wall-to-wall dragon?”
The grimace on her brother’s face said that he didn’t appreciate her attempt at humor. At all. “Ha. Hate you so much.”
Xyn took his irritability in stride. “Ah, you’re not fooling anyone. I know you missed me.”
Falcyn made a disgruntled face at her. “Like a bleeding hemorrhoid.”
