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in.” Azura snapped her fingers and a young girl around the age of sixteen appeared.
    At least that’s what she looked like at first. But her tanned skin held an iridescent quality to it that reminded him of a dragon’s eye.
    She was a beautiful demon.
    â€œFollow me, my lord,” she said quietly.
    He did and was amazed at the opulence of the golden palace that Azura and Noir called home. Unlike the Olympians, they lived in the darkest pit of the earth’s core. Yet it was far from dark or gloomy.
    â€œHow long have you been here?”
    She glanced back over her shoulder. “I was born here, my lord.”
    â€œAnd how old are you?”
    â€œA little over two thousand years.” She opened a black door with gold hardware.
    Jericho let out an appreciative breath at the sight of his new room. Lush and rich, it beckoned him inside. Stepping past the demon, it was all he could do not to run to the bed and throw himself across it. It’d been so long since he’d slept in a bed that he couldn’t even remember the sensation.
    The girl closed the door and moved to the fireplace. Throwing a burst of flames out of her hand, she started the fire. Then she turned toward him with a calculating gleam in her dark eyes. “Is there anything else I can do for you, my lord?”
    He understood her meaning immediately and had no intention of going there. At least not with a demon and not right now. “No.”
    She looked relieved. “If you should change your mind, call my name. Rielle. I will come immediately.”
    â€œThank you.”
    She appeared baffled by his thanks before she vanished.
    Alone, Jericho set his sword down on the dresser. He moved around the room, running his hand over the finely polished wood of the bedposts. This reminded him of his bed on Olympus. Of the time before recorded history when he’d been respected and feared.
    He was back.
    And he was pissed. May the Source take pity on those who’d caused his mood.
    Because at the end of the day, he would have none for them.
    *   *   *
    â€œWhat are you doing?” Noir asked gruffly.
    Azura paused as she had her servant lay the body of the Olympian bitch on the table before her. “Did you not see the way he looked at her?”
    Noir shrugged. “She’s attractive. It’s to be expected.”
    â€œYes, but we need to keep our new tool happy. The last thing we want is to have him turn on us. Without your Malachai, we will need him when we attack the Source.” She dragged her hand over the woman’s unconscious body, appreciating her slight stature. “She is a beauty, isn’t she?”
    â€œIf you like pale, pasty women. Personally, I prefer ones with more color.”
    Azura smiled as he pulled her close and ran his tongue along her throat. Chills erupted over her skin. Even though they called themselves brother and sister, there was nothing that united them in blood except their mutual quest for power and hunger for death. In that, they were family.
    Reality was a different story.
    â€œNot now, lover. I want to present her to Cratus.”
    â€œDump her into his room, then. Or kill her. Either way works for me.”
    Azura conjured a containment collar for the woman’s powers. The last thing they needed was to have her loose in their home. Not that she could do that much. It was merely the principle of the matter.
    As soon as she had the Olympian’s powers restrained, she undid the woman’s pale hair so that it would cascade over her shoulders. “Yes, very pretty.”
    Satisfied, Azura teleported to Cratus’s room. He was looking out the window as if trying to find an enemy of some sort. The moment she popped in, he swung about as if ready to fight.
    She had to suppress the urge to mock him for something that was actually admirable. He was intelligent to not trust them. Most people, to their extreme detriment, did. The fact that