the Romans had no intention of letting him go. Heâd been too good a commander for that. They knew if he were to ever go free again, heâd defeat them and destroy their empire. As the ancient historians had written, when Kyrian of Thrace led his army to war, Rome fell like leaves during a bitter frost.
And on the day his father had received word of Kyrianâs execution, the proud King Alkis of Thrace had killed himself over it.
Nick blinked back tears as he choked on grief. He could feel the anguish and guilt that Kyrian lived with every day for what heâd done. By seeking his own happiness and believing the lies of one treacherous woman, heâd ruined his entire family and destroyed his nation.
One moment of blind selfishness â¦
No wonder he didnât talk about it. No wonder Kyrian didnât trust anyone. How could he?
But that was the trick in life. Deciphering who had your best interests at heart. Who was in it for you and who was in it for themselves. More often than not, you didnât find out until you were like Kyrian and left hanging to die.
Nick reached up and touched Altheaâs hand. For the merest instant, he could have sworn that she gripped his fingers.
Yeah, that was freaky.
âDonât worry,â he whispered to them. âI wonât let anything happen to your brother. Iâve got his back for you.â
But who has yours?
Nick jumped at the disembodied voice that whispered in his ear.
What the heck?
Using his powers, he scanned the room with his demonic eyes.
There was nothing here. No sound in the aether. No scent â¦
Yet that had definitely been a feminine voice speaking English.
âCrap.â The one thing Nick had learned these last couple of years â¦
A disembodied voice whispering in his ear was a harbinger of bad things aâcoming. And it definitely didnât help that both War and Death had declared open warfare on him already. The Grim Reaper had told him to buckle up.
Obviously, it was on.
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CHAPTER 2
âWhoa, Gautier! Youâre jumpier than normal, which given the fact that you could double as a hyperactive squirrel most days, says a lot.â
Nick grimaced as Brynna Addams and LaShonda Thibideaux stopped beside him at his locker. âThought you were Caleb sneaking up on me to do something foul ⦠like wedgie me before class,â he lied, hoping Brynna would accept his excuse. Not that Caleb needed to sneak up on him to give him a wedgie.
Evil demonkyn snot could do that with his Jedi mind tricks from across the room. And had been known to do so in his crankier moods.
One day, Nick was going to fully master his and return that favor.
Then run like heck into another dimension where hopefully Caleb would never find him.
âAh. That explains it.â Adorably cute as she stepped up to reach for her lock, Brynna was an average girl-next-door who dressed in understated khaki pants and conservative button-downs, while LaShonda was her flamboyant best friend with a flair for stylish J-pop trends. Today, Shon had gone in for that whole sexy Japanese Lolita schoolgirl uniform that reminded Nick of something out of a fantasy mangaâright down to the frilly white cuffs and bright frou-frou red bow tie, and a blazer that was two sizes too small, which seriously emphasized a part of her ample anatomy he wasnât looking at because he didnât want to get Jack-slapped for sexual harassment.
Not that it was the only reason.⦠Also, because he wasnât a lech.
However, he would be a most happy and well-behaved boy if his woman would borrow some of LaShondaâs outfits from time to time.
Yeah, Kody would look incredible in that.
And as usual, Shon had gone all-out with the theme. She even had her sisterlocks pulled back with a matching navy headband, and white knee-high socks and stacked Mary Jane shoes.
Nick cringed the second that thought went through his head and was