He was a sick bastard that he found her amusing. If anyone else talked to him like that, even Acheron, he’d have their ass on a platter. “Yes, ma’am.”
Her green eyes flashed emerald fire. “You better be damn glad you have the finest ass I’ve ever seen on any man.”
“Are you sexually harassing me?”
“And you better be glad I am ’cause that’s the closest thing to sex you’re getting until we get this matter settled.”
Someone cleared their throat.
Urian glanced over his shoulder to find his father standing there with a frown.
“Well, I guess that answers my question as to whether you’re all right. The way you took off, I was worried. I can see there was no need.”
Urian cringed. “This was not how I meant for you two to meet.” Clearing his throat, he stepped aside so that his father could see Sarraxyn, who was dressed in a pair of jeans and a tight black T-shirt. Her long red hair was a mass of thick curls that hung to her waist. “Xyn, my father, Styxx.”
“It’s an honor, sir.” She held her hand out to him.
“Likewise.” The amused glint in his father’s eyes darkened as he turned her hand over and examined the tattoo on the inside of her forearm just above her wrist. It was a dragonmark similar to the one Falcyn had, but different. “You’re a Were-Hunter?”
“Please don’t insult me. Drakomai. Much older than they are.”
“Are you related to Falcyn?”
“We’re all related. My mother’s Lilith. My father’s Helios.”
Urian’s eyes widened at a fact he never knew. “The Titan?”
She nodded. “We don’t converse, though. We had a falling-out a long time ago. I wasn’t as fortunate as Urian when it came to my father. I was unfortunately stuck with just a penis.”
Shocked, Urian felt his jaw drop, but thankfully his father laughed at her words.
He clapped Urian on the arm. “I adore her. Trust me, your mother said something far more shocking to my father when she met him. And at least neither of you were naked when you met me.”
“Pardon?” Urian scowled at that weirdness.
“Ask your grandfather about the day we met.” And with that he wandered back to the others.
“Not sure I want to.” He turned back toward Xyn. “Do I?”
Xyn let out a long, tired sigh as she stared at those perfectly sculpted features that she’d always thought were identical to Stryker’s. However, now that she’d met Styxx, she realized Urian favored his real father a lot more. “Probably not.”
Irritated, and torn between wanting to slap him and hug him, she reached up to run her hand through his hair. Then she yanked it. “Why does my relationship with you have to be so complicated?”
“What can I say? The gods hate me.”
“Indeed. A Daimon forced to work with the Dark-Hunters … if that’s not hatred, I don’t know what is.”
Xyn had noidea how true those words would prove to be until a short time later when they knocked on the door of a peculiar dark purple shotgun shack in the heart of the French Quarter. Fanning herself with her hands, she blew out a deep breath to help alleviate the fierce, oppressive heat. “Isn’t it supposed to be winter here?”
Urian laughed. “Welcome to one of New Orleans’s infamous heat waves. If you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.”
“Huh?”
He winked at her. “Meaning that’s how fast it changes. Like a teenage Gemini chugging Red Bull on a party line.”
That reference was completely lost on her.
Ash shook his head before he knocked on the door.
