Alexion laughed. "Adios, mi amigo."
Danger watched as Viper returned to his car. As he drove away, a deep sadness claimed her.
Euphemia was dead...
The pain of the thought ached deep inside her. "How many more Dark-Hunters are they going to kill?"
Alexion came to her and held her close. "It'll be all right."
"Will it?" She held on to him as morbid thoughts and grief for her comrades poured through her. "What bothers me most is that they got to her in Memphis. How could Stryker attack there and be here to-"
"Bolt-hole," Alexion said, interrupting her. "He can command them any place and any time. One minute he can be here at your house and in the next, Moscow."
"Then how do we stop him?"
He gave her a tough stare. "You don't. That's my job."
"And if you fail?"
"Not an option. We'll get him. I promise."
And yet even as he said those words, Danger had an awful premonition that they wouldn't. She felt something cold and sinister deep down inside.
Good didn't always win. She knew that better than anyone.
Ash paced the floor of his throne room restlessly. His emotions in turmoil, he tried to block out the images that haunted him.
"I will not interfere." It was a mantra he'd been chanting all day, and yet how could he not?
The lives and well-being of people he cared about hung in the balance.
He held his hand out and the monitors on his left flashed images of his human life. The horror of it all. The humiliation. The pain and terror. And all because two women had sought to "save" him.
He wouldn't do that to Ias. To interfere with fate or human free will...
It was disastrous.
"Acheron?"
The monitors went blank and he froze as he heard a voice in his head that he wasn't expecting. "Savitar?"
"How many people you got in this head of yours that you have to ask that question?"
He laughed at the man's dry humor. Savitar knew better than anyone else exactly how many voices Acheron heard at any given time.
An eerie blue mist hissed in front of him. Two seconds later, it coalesced into a man who stood almost even in height to him. Only Savitar would dare enter his domain without an invitation... well, he and Artemis, but Artemis was a whole other nightmare.
Physically appearing around the age of thirty, Savitar stood before him with a wry grin and his arms crossed over his chest. Dressed in a pair of white beach pants and a short-sleeved blue shirt that was worn over a white T-shirt, he looked nothing like what he really was. Nothing like a being who held the wisdom of the ages and enough power to give Ash a good run for his money. Then again, Savitar might actually be even more powerful.
There was only one way to know for sure, but Ash respected him too much to find out.
Lean and muscular, Savitar hadn't changed much since the day they'd first crossed paths-except for his wardrobe, but Ash's had changed a lot more.
Colorful tattoos covered Savitar's forearms. His wavy black hair hung just past his ears, and he wore it in a casual, easy style. His eyes were a vibrant shade of lavender. Those eyes were timeless, powerful, and even a little corrupt.
No, they were a lot corrupt.
Ash was never sure which side Savitar would fall on. Only Savitar knew that one and he didn't always share it.