“You're lucky he doesn't take offense to non-believers,” Agwusi said.
“Ty, she's insane.” Re waved at the woman. “Staying with her will only hurt you and the people you love.”
Ty looked at Fenrir and then Agwusi. “I will stay.”
Agwusi smiled.
“Son, please!” Fenrir reached for Ty.
“I am the only one she listens to,” Ty's words echoed as the territory spun around us. “I have to stay. Forgive me.”
I held onto Kirill, but we fell together. All of us tumbled to the ground. I closed my eyes, the sensation of traveling without moving so familiar and yet so terrifying. When I opened my eyes, we were on the VIP level of Moonshine.
Chapter Nineteen
“Is everyone okay?” I asked.
It was night in Hawaii, and Moonshine was full of faeries, gods, and humans—dancing, talking, and getting to know each other in more physical ways. Luckily, the VIP balcony was empty. No one had seen us arrive.
“We're all here,” Fenrir said. “How the fuck did she do that?”
“Maybe God helped her,” Trevor muttered. He went to the railing, propped his forearms on it, and stared down at our club. “Oh, fuck.”
I knew it was bad when Trevor used a real curse word. I hurried over to him along with everyone else. Down below, a massive black man was striding up to the waterfall. He was enormous, as big as Fenrir, oozing power and sex. Both women and men tracked his movement across the room. A few ladies tried to speak to him, but he just veered around them. Fake moonlight shone off his bald head, his eyes sparked with magic, and his clothing had the look of another era—a time when men built their own houses and tilled the fields to provide for their families.
He looked up as if he sensed us watching. Then he pointed at me. “Godhunter, I need to speak with you!”
His voice carried over the pounding music, summoning even more stares as he went to the metal stairs. The Froekn man guarding the stairs on the ground floor shifted in front of him, unimpressed with the man's bulk. That's a wolf for you—they weren't afraid of anyone because they knew they had their pack to back them up.
“Oh, fuck,” Trevor hurried to the stairs. “Let him pass!”
The werewolf stepped aside with a smirk that conveyed how lucky the man was that the boss had told him to stand down. No, not a man; this was a god. More concerning was the fact that he knew me while I had no idea who he was. He came barreling up the stairs without holding the rails, his hands too busy being fists.
“Who is that?” I asked Fenrir.
It was Odin who answered. “Shango, Orisha of Thunder, Lightning, Fire, and Justice.”
“Also Virility, Dance, Drumming, and Strength,” Torrent added in a helpful tone.
“Great, so he should enjoy the club.” I hurried over to stand with Trevor near the stairs as the Orisha gained the balcony. “Hello, Shango. Welcome to Moonshine. Would you like to sit down?” I waved at the boulders.
Shango frowned. “No, I want to speak to you.”
“All right. Would you at least like a drink?”
“Uh.” He looked around the balcony as if he needed confirmation that I was showing him hospitality. “Yeah, all right. Rum. Dark. Thank you.”
“Sure thing, dude.” Viper went to the intercom on the back wall and ordered some drinks, including Shango's rum.
“How can I help?” I met his stare, and the sparks in his eyes died down.
Shango cleared his throat, his fists unclenching. “I . . . I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be so welcoming.”
“Well, we've never met, so I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt that you're a good man. If you're here to fight, however, I'd appreciate a heads-up.”
He blinked. “I have no quarrel with you. I'm here because I've heard that you know about disappearing relics.”
I grimaced. “Don't tell me. You've had something stolen?”
