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called him the Rich One, the Notorious One, the Ruler of Many, and so on. Despite his sour disposition, he was considered to be a just god. The one sure way to piss Hades off was to steal one of the shades—souls—from his realm or to somehow avoid death. This dude Sisyphus apparently finagled a way out of death a couple of times, and Hades had it and made him drag an enormous boulder up a mountain. Every time Sisyphus almost gets to the top, the boulder rolls down and he has to do it all over.
    Thus the term ‘Sisyphean task.’ Huh. I never knew that’s where it came from.”
    He showed me a page. On it a man and a woman sat side by side on simple thrones. To one side of the pair stood Cerberus. To the other an angel with black wings and a flaming sword.
    â€œWho is that?”
    â€œThanatos. Angel of death.”
    â€œDidn’t know the Greeks had angels.” I turned back to watching the house. And just in time, too. Cerberus trotted out of the ravine to the left of the house. I could barely see his back. He passed by the building and began to circle it.
    â€œI see a house,” I said.
    Raphael landed next to me with inhuman agility. I passed the binoculars to him and he straightened, almost a foot taller than me. Standing next to him was a trial: his scents sang through me, the warmth of his body seeped through my clothes, and his skin practically glowed. Everything about him said “mate” to me. It wasn’t rational. It was the animal me, and I had to be better than that.
    â€œI’ll be damned,” he said softly. “Here is Fido. Going round and round. I wonder what’s in that house?”
    â€œI wonder why he doesn’t just go in and get whatever it is.”
    â€œI think we should find out. Andrea?”
    â€œYes?” I wished he would stop saying my name.
    â€œWhy are your eyes closed?”
    Because you’re standing next to me. “It helps me think.”
    I felt the heat wash over me and knew he had leaned to me. His voice was a soft masculine rasp, entirely too intimate. “I thought you were trying not to think.”
    I opened my eyes and found the deep smoldering blue of his irises right next to me. I lifted my index finger and pushed his chest. He slid on the Jeep’s hood, distorted by the charged-water engine underneath, and had to jump off, landing with the grace of a gymnast on the ground.
    â€œPersonal space,” I told him. “I protect mine.”
    He simply smiled.
    â€œHow do we get to the house with the dog making shark circles around it?” I asked.
    â€œFido doesn’t see that well,” Raphael said. “It took him a while to find the crevice where I was hiding before, and he had to sniff me out. We fool his nose by masking our scent, we can probably get close enough.”
    â€œAnd how do you propose to do that?”
    â€œThe old-fashioned way.”
    I sighed. “Which would be?”
    Raphael shook his head. “You really don’t know?”
    â€œNo, I don’t.”
    He trotted off to the side and dived into a ravine. I waited for a couple of minutes, and he emerged, carrying two dark objects, and tossed one of them to me. Reflexively I caught it even as the reek lashed my nostrils. A dead, half-decomposed cat.
    â€œAre you out of your mind?”
    â€œSome people roll in it.” He grabbed the dog carcass and ripped it in a half. Maggots spilled. He shook them out. “I prefer to tear them and tie pieces on myself. But if you would prefer to rub it all over your skin, you can do that, too.”
    All my fantasies of touching him evaporated into thin air with a small pop.
    â€œHunting one-oh-one,” he said. “Didn’t your pack ever do the hunts in Texas?”
    â€œNo. I wasn’t in that kind of pack.” And I had fought my way out of shapeshifter society before it was too late.
    My face must’ve showed my memories, because he paused.