"Yes."
To his relief, she settled down. Alexion took a deep breath as his vision cleared a degree. He could hear the soul rustling around inside him, but at least she was no longer crying or screaming.
Rubbing his eyes, he continued to breathe deeply, and hoped that Carol stayed calm for a while.
He got up slowly from the bed and shrugged his coat off. Stryker had given him only a few days to live or Carol's soul would die...
There was no choice. He would have to kill himself to free her. But he had a lot of work to do before then.
It was time he put all the foolishness with Danger behind him. He was here to do a job.
And thanks to Stryker, it would be the last thing he ever did.
After hanging up, Danger took a minute to check on Keller and Xirena, who seemed to be hitting it off famously. They were watching a movie and eating chili while Keller talked a mile a minute.
Apparently the demon didn't share Danger's need for silence while watching TV.
Satisfied the demon wasn't going to eat her Squire, Danger headed back to the guest room. She opened the door quietly, expecting to find Alexion still on the bed.
Her jaw went slack as she found him at the writing desk, making what appeared to be notes.
"You okay?" she asked, entering the room slowly.
He nodded as he continued to write.
Danger moved closer only to realize he was writing in Greek. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
She frowned at his curtness. There was something very different about him now. He was like he'd been the first night they'd met. Curt. Unfeeling. Distant.
Even the air around him was cold.
"Hey," she said, reaching out to stop his hand. It, too, was icy cold. "What happened?"
He looked at her, stone-faced. "I'm not here to make friends, Danger. I'm here to deliver an ultimatum. I need you to call together the Dark-Hunters on this list."
He handed her the top sheet of paper. "I can't read-" Before she could finish the words, the writing changed from Greek to English.
Whoa. That was impressive.
She saw that he was still jotting things down. "What's that over there?"
"My own personal list."
Her frown deepened, especially after she glanced over the names on her paper and found one in particular missing.
"Where's Kyros?"
Alexion didn't answer.
Danger grabbed his hand and waited until he looked at her. "What is going on with you?"
"I'm getting down to business. If Stryker was telling the truth, and in this I believe he was, I only have three days to get to the Dark-Hunters who are on the fence and convince them to side with Acheron."
"And Kyros?"
His eerie green eyes were dull and as cold as his skin. "I'm writing him off."