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save someone, and you get her killed in what—sixty seconds? Nice job, Buck Rogers. Biddy, biddy!” Cimil elbowed Roberto. “Get it? Get it? Biddy, biddy. Like the little robot who always caused problems.” Her laughter died with a sad, little sputter when she noticed Roberto’s cold stare. “Oh, never mind. Listen, Máax, glad you came back to report on the fine work you just did. But—and I mean this with all of the hate in my cold, twisted heart—what the hell are you doing here? We’ve already had two earthquakes. Two! Get your ass back to 1993 and fix it. You still have to save her.”
    Hmmm. Good point. What was he doing there? He guessed he had been so shocked by what happened to Ashli that he hadn’t quite known what to do. Thankfully, the bus had been going so fast that she’d not suffered, but that did not make the event any less traumatic. She died. She’d run away from him and died.
    “I’m leaving,” he grumbled.
    “Thatta boy! And next time, could you come back ten minutes later? Roberto and I need a chance to play hokey-pokey.” She winked.
    “Two minutes. Make it two mind-blowing minutes.” Roberto began unzipping his leather pants.
    Máax grimaced. Had they no shame? Were they really going to have sex in a cell with a glass wall, with Roberto’s men milling about, and the other gods and their mates drugged, moments from waking up?
    “As you wish.” Máax took the tablet—the other had been left behind in 1993—and headed to the conference room in the back of the prison. This time, he would play this out differently. Perhaps save Ashli without revealing his presence. Completely incognito.
    Aren’t you forgetting something?
    Infernum. Yes, he was. He’d have to rethink the plan. He needed to return to the past. Return to her. Which meant if he wasn’t careful, he might bump into himself. That couldn’t happen. Allowing oneself to overlap, being in the same place at the same time, started a feedback loop similar to reverb on a guitar. It fed off itself, creating a chain reaction of dark, nasty, evil energy that circled the globe, raining down hate and destruction for centuries.
    How’d he know? Two words: Cimil and dinosaurs . Oh yes. Humans liked to believe that those giant beasts died when an asteroid crashed to Earth, but nothing could be further from the truth. It was all Cimil. Cimil and her destructive curiosity: “I wonder what it would be like to go back in time and ride a velociraptor?” Apparently, she’d had that thought more than twice and bumped into herself. It wasn’t until the gods started to experience violent episodes of seizures, followed by decades of amnesia and sugar cravings, that they realized what Cimil had done. Not only had she wiped out the creatures and drastically altered the future, but she could’ve destroyed humanity, too.
    From that day forward, time travel was banned—no exceptions—and there was a damned good reason for it.
    So now what? Not only did a past version of him exist in 1993, the version actually alive at that time, but now there was another version of himself from moments ago.
    The ground rumbled violently beneath his feet, causing him to stumble to one side. The dangling overhead lamps swung like a recently vacated trapeze.
    Shit… Was this really happening? He scratched his overly scruffy chin. Apparently, it was.
    All right. Perhaps if he returned one week earlier than he’d originally encountered Ashli, that would resolve the issue. Yes. That would work. And how hard would it be to ensure they were nowhere near her café on the day of his original visit? He’d figure something out. There’s always a solution.
    Is there now?
    Yes.
    Are you so foolish as to believe that your sister, the Goddess of Forgetfulness, can truly make you forget your mate if we manage to survive this?
    What’s-her-face can make anyone forget anything.
    He sighed. He hoped he was right about that. Eternal entombment would be bad enough without