Simi wasn’t so sure, but she wouldn’t argue with them. The one thing she knew about male types … they didn’t listen.
Especially when they had their minds made up.
“Okies.” So she left them to argue with each other while she quietly slipped away.
The smartest thing would probably have been to listen to them and go find her akri. Or go back home to their temple in Katateros where akri-Lexi waited.
But the Simi didn’t really listen well, either. It’d always been a flaw. She was what akri called pig-headed. And her pig-headedness tooked her to where she felt the big demons were nesting outside New Orleans in the bayou.
Ironically, not that far from where the new Dark-Hunter was planning to live.
Not that she blamed Adarian for picking this place. There was feeling here of something from another realm. Like Azmodea, only different, and it didn’t have all them smelly demons flying around, either.
This would be the kind of power that could feed a Malachai and keep him strong.
Wrinkling her nose, she decided to use her wings even though akri didn’t like for her to do so in daylight. Or in the human realm. But the ground here was squishy and wet. And the Simi liked her dainty boots. The last thing she wanted was to get them wet and ruin them.
Besides, things slithered in the brush. Snakes and other creatures that she wouldn’t mind roasting and eating. Even the gators could be tasty if cooked right.
But for once she wasn’t hungry.
She was just curious.
“Here, Mally, Mally … Where you hiding?”
Fire blasted in front of her.
Simi pulled up short and blinked slowly. Was that supposed to scare her? If so, the Malachai had a lot to learn about Charonte demons. “That you, Adarian?”
“What do you want, Charonte?”
Simi froze as details about him came to her. It was something that didn’t happen all the time. A power she’d inherited from her mother, but one she didn’t understand. It was a broken power. Because her matera had died when she’d been young, she’d never learned to really use it.
But it gave her pieces of information about people or creatures.
Right now, it told her that Adarian already had a son …
One hidden that he knew nothing about.
A Greek god one.
No …
“Answer me, Charonte. Why are you here?”
Simi blinked at his ferocious growl. “The Simi was only curious. You’re related to the Simi’s akri. So the Simi wanted to see what you looked like. And so I see you. Now I go. Bye!” She teleported to her room in Katateros before he could do anything.
And there in her room, she sat on her bed as she tried to think about what she’d just learned.
The Malachai had a son he didn’t know about.
A son akri-Thorn didn’t know he had neither.
Should she tell?
Akri would say no. Leave things as they were because knowledge hurt people. Prophecy was bad. It’d caused her akri to be thrown out of his pantheon before he was born, and tortured horribly.
It’d killed her matera.
