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was…
wow
… and now I’ve gone all goofy for you—but I have to find him.”
    “Goofy? I assume this means you desire me?”
    She nodded.
    “Is the desire deep and consuming?”
    She nodded again.
    Chaam gloated with a smirk, just a little. “How long has he been missing?”
    “Three days. And he hasn’t been well.”
    “I assume you’re referring to his mental state?”
    She nodded.
    “Am I in time for s’mores?”
    Chaam shoved Maggie behind him and then groaned with relief. “For fuck’s sake, Cimil, how many times have I told you not to sneak up on me?”
    “Five thousand, two hundred, and twenty-two,” Cimil said. “Only six thousand, three hundred and fifty more times to go before I listen!”
    Maggie immediately recognized the strange redhead, only now she wore a mariachi outfit, complete with dazzling sombrero. A loco-sombrero, of course.
    “Funny. Mind telling me what the hell you’re doing here?” Chaam asked.
    “What? Can’t a goddess of the underworld go for a leisurely stroll in the jungle for a little fresh air without having any hidden agendas, especially ones having to do with mischief, mayhem, and world domination?”
    “No,” Chaam replied.
    Maggie felt strangely relieved that Chaam didn’t seem particularly fond of the bizarre woman, because she sure as hell scared the crap out of Maggie.
    “She said she was looking for you when I saw her earlier,” Maggie whispered over Chaam’s shoulder.
    Chaam glanced at Maggie. “You already met my sister?”
    Maggie nodded, but actually wanted to wince or make some sort of sour face to express her complete distaste of this woman he called his sister. “Uh-huh. She came out of the lake when I was stuck on the dock.”
    Chaam whispered, “What did she say?”
    “Only the truth, brother,” Cimil spouted. “Maggie is your destiny.”
    Chaam growled. “You’re up to something. I know it.” He pointed toward the dock. “You. There. Now.”
    Cimil rolled her eyes and then began marching. “Gods. They’re so bossy,” she whispered as she passed Maggie.
    “No, he’s perfect,” Maggie hissed. Surprisingly, she didn’t appreciate anyone badmouthing Chaam.
    “Oh, you just wait,” Cimil replied and trailed behind her brother to the dock.
    While Maggie buttoned her dress, Chaam and his sister had an intense conversation. Not that Maggie could see their faces in the dark, but the water did a nice job of carrying their voices. Maggie had never heard the f-word so many times. She’d need to talk to Chaam about his abrasive, ungentlemanly vocabulary later. For the time being, however, she listened intently as Cimil swore over and over again that she hadn’t come to collect any—
shit!
Had she said “souls”?
    “You fucking expect me to believe you’re here for fun?” Chaam asked Cimil.
    “Yes! I heard about that cricket, and well, I… dammit, Chaam! You know what happened with Alberto. I completely overreacted. I’ve been searching for him ever since.”
    “That should teach you not to turn humans into insects. And that should
really
teach you not to set them free in the jungle!”
    Oh, my lord,
Maggie thought.
They can’t be serious.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt him,” Cimil said. “I merely wanted to teach him a lesson for spending all his time with that little slut!”
    “Cimil! She was his sister. She was his
sick
sister! Have you no compassion?”
    Long pause. “Is this a trick question?” Cimil asked.
    “Never mind,” he replied. “I am calling in that favor you owe me.”
    “Now?” she whined.
    “Yes.” Chaam’s voice softened to a whisper too low for Maggie to hear.
    After several moments, the two returned to the fire. “Maggie, Cimil has kindly agreed to look for your father, so if you could—”
    “What? You’re sending
her
?” Maggie asked.
    Cimil hissed. “Watch it, cupcake. I may look crazy, but I’m actually… actually, yeah. I’m crazy. I mean, you have no idea.” She snorted.
    Maggie