Grousing, he got up and headed to the kitchen, no doubt to get more snacks.
Kat set the canister down by her leg. "Morginne made a pact with the Norse god Loki. He used a thistle from the Norns that is said to be able to let someone swap places with someone else for a day."
Wulf frowned at her words. "Then how did they make it last?"
"Loki's blood. The Norse gods have some weird rules and he wanted Morginne for himself, so he swapped her soul for yours in order to keep her. Artemis didn't feel like going to war with him to get Morginne back. She figured you would be a better Hunter anyway."
Wulf's eyes narrowed.
Kat gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. "If it makes you feel any better, he's still torturing Morginne for it and with him she has no out-clause either. Even if she did, Artemis would kill her. The only reason she hasn't is because Loki still protects her."
"It doesn't make me feel any better."
"No. I guess it wouldn't."
Stryker paced the floor of the dimly lit banquet hall, wanting blood. For three weeks now they hadn't been able to find a trace of Wulf or Cassandra.
They couldn't even get to her father to help draw her out.
Damn it all.
He had his son Urian working on it now, but it seemed useless.
"How hard can it be to find where a Dark-Hunter lives?"
"They are crafty, kyrios," Zolan said, using the respectful Atlantean term for "lord."
Zolan was his third in command and one of Stryker's most trusted soldiers. He'd been promoted through the Spathi ranks for his ability to murder ruthlessly and show no mercy to anyone. He'd reached the coveted "general" status more than ten thousand years ago.
Like Stryker, he chose to dye his hair black and wore the Spathi symbol of a yellow sun with a dragon in its center-the emblem of the Destroyer.
"If they weren't," Zolan continued, "we'd be able to track and kill them through our servants while they slept."
Stryker turned on Zolan with a glare so malevolent that the Daimon shrank away from him. Only his son held enough courage to not flinch from his anger. Urian's bravery knew no equal.
The demon Xedrix appeared before him in the hall. Unlike the Daimons, Xedrix didn't bow or acknowledge Stryker's elevated stature in their world. Most of the time, Xedrix treated him as more of a servant than a master. It was something that angered Stryker even more.
No doubt the demon thought his place in the Destroyer's esteem was enough to protect him, but Stryker knew the truth. His mother loved him absolutely.
"Her Benevolent Grace wishes a word with you," the demon said in a low, even tone.
Benevolent Grace. Every time Stryker heard that title, he wanted to laugh, but knew better. His mother didn't really have a sense of humor.
He pushed himself up from his throne and willed himself into her private chambers.
His mother stood over a pool where water flowed backward up a glittering pipe from this world into the human realm. There was a fine rainbow mist and vapors around the water. It was here the goddess could scry so that she knew what was happening on earth.
"She is pregnant," the goddess announced without turning around.
Stryker knew the "she" that the goddess referred to was Cassandra.
"How can that be?"
The goddess lifted her hands and drew a circle in the air. Water from the pool formed like a crystal ball. Even though nothing but air held it, it swirled about until it held an image of the woman they both wanted dead. There was nothing in the ball to give him any indication of how to find Cassandra.
Apollymi dragged one fingernail through the image, causing it to shake and distort. "Artemis is interfering with us."
"There is still time to kill both mother and child."