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ready for that secret to be out yet. “I’m heading into his bedroom to see if I
can find his computer. I want to hack his calendar.”
“You have no shame.”
“It’s why you like me.”
The computer had no password protections, anywhere. It
opened right up, his email password was saved. Tai slid right in, found nothing
and let a groan of frustration that had Annie scurrying in to check on him. The
clock around their future ticked faster and louder. The need to find his
father, who was proving to be an untraceable Luddite, clawed at his gut. He
needed answers, a strategy, and time was running out if he was going to keep
his Amazon, his child and prevent a death sentence. Once the baby was born,
there would be no way to hide what he’d done.
“Why don’t we park ourselves at the Quill and Parchment? If
he is a myth hunter, that would explain his frequent visits. Our clubs and pubs
do have a distinct odor. Some humans learn to detect it.”
He nodded, not having a better idea.
At the pub, they discovered another reason why Sander Xenos
might spend a lot of time here—it probably felt like home. Tempered lighting, a
polished wooden bar, darts in the corner, ales and bitters by the pint, fish
and chips, ploughman’s lunch and shepherd’s pie on the menu and a collector’s assemblage
of scotch whisky lined up on the shelves—a quintessential British pub. They
found Clio, the pub’s muse proprietress, behind the bar. Since they were new in
town, pantheon etiquette required they make themselves known to her. They also
asked about Sander.
Clio cocked her head in thought, her gaze locked onto Tai.
“You’re a game-changer,” she whispered, eyes gone wide.
“How do you know?”
“Game-changers have different textured threads on the Fates’
loom. I can feel it on you. Will the person you seek feed this change?”
“We think so.” I hope so.
“He looks like you. Settle yourselves at a table. If he
comes in, I’ll make sure you meet.”
“Is he a myth hunter?” Annie jumped into the conversation.
“Yes, but his motives are mixed. If you need to reveal your
true origins but determine him a danger, I have several siren patrons I can
call who can voice the memory away.”
They both nodded and found a table in the corner with full
view of the establishment, including the door.
Twelve games of hangman, eleven stolen kisses, ten arm
wrestles, nine footsie matches, eight pints of beer, seven trips to the
bathroom, six rounds of darts, five bowls of peanuts, four bacon burgers, three
Scrabble contests, two cheesecake wedges and a tumbler of Glenfiddich later,
the pub’s inhabitants who had slowly streamed in throughout the night started
to exit. The clock read ten thirty, half an hour to go before closing. English
pub to the letter. Clio had trained her clientele well.
“Another game of hangman?” Annie suggested without
enthusiasm. It seemed his Amazon had a secret love of word games, but even she
had her limits. When this was over, he’d fill their house with them.
The clock spluttered to 10:35, 10:40. Annie looked at him,
compassion in her eyes. Her hand reached across the table to squeeze his. “I’m
sorry, babe. We can try tomorrow. Just help me think of something to say to
Marta. She’s been calling every other hour and I’ve been letting it go to voice
mail.”
“Text her. Tell her you’re busy bonking your brains out and
to leave you to it.” Unable to resist, he leaned toward her to land a kiss on
those luscious lips, showing her just how much he appreciated her support. In
mid-liplock, Clio interrupted. “Look who just walked in.”
He turned his head, his hands remained tangled around
Annie’s fingers.
“Wow, it’s like fast-forwarding you a few decades,” Annie
said, vocalizing his thoughts. “You’re only going to get sexier when you age.”
“Another reason to stay with me. Let’s do this.” His gut
heaving, he stood to face Alexander Xenos, who dropped his
ready for that secret to be out yet. “I’m heading into his bedroom to see if I
can find his computer. I want to hack his calendar.”
“You have no shame.”
“It’s why you like me.”
The computer had no password protections, anywhere. It
opened right up, his email password was saved. Tai slid right in, found nothing
and let a groan of frustration that had Annie scurrying in to check on him. The
clock around their future ticked faster and louder. The need to find his
father, who was proving to be an untraceable Luddite, clawed at his gut. He
needed answers, a strategy, and time was running out if he was going to keep
his Amazon, his child and prevent a death sentence. Once the baby was born,
there would be no way to hide what he’d done.
“Why don’t we park ourselves at the Quill and Parchment? If
he is a myth hunter, that would explain his frequent visits. Our clubs and pubs
do have a distinct odor. Some humans learn to detect it.”
He nodded, not having a better idea.
At the pub, they discovered another reason why Sander Xenos
might spend a lot of time here—it probably felt like home. Tempered lighting, a
polished wooden bar, darts in the corner, ales and bitters by the pint, fish
and chips, ploughman’s lunch and shepherd’s pie on the menu and a collector’s assemblage
of scotch whisky lined up on the shelves—a quintessential British pub. They
found Clio, the pub’s muse proprietress, behind the bar. Since they were new in
town, pantheon etiquette required they make themselves known to her. They also
asked about Sander.
Clio cocked her head in thought, her gaze locked onto Tai.
“You’re a game-changer,” she whispered, eyes gone wide.
“How do you know?”
“Game-changers have different textured threads on the Fates’
loom. I can feel it on you. Will the person you seek feed this change?”
“We think so.” I hope so.
“He looks like you. Settle yourselves at a table. If he
comes in, I’ll make sure you meet.”
“Is he a myth hunter?” Annie jumped into the conversation.
“Yes, but his motives are mixed. If you need to reveal your
true origins but determine him a danger, I have several siren patrons I can
call who can voice the memory away.”
They both nodded and found a table in the corner with full
view of the establishment, including the door.
Twelve games of hangman, eleven stolen kisses, ten arm
wrestles, nine footsie matches, eight pints of beer, seven trips to the
bathroom, six rounds of darts, five bowls of peanuts, four bacon burgers, three
Scrabble contests, two cheesecake wedges and a tumbler of Glenfiddich later,
the pub’s inhabitants who had slowly streamed in throughout the night started
to exit. The clock read ten thirty, half an hour to go before closing. English
pub to the letter. Clio had trained her clientele well.
“Another game of hangman?” Annie suggested without
enthusiasm. It seemed his Amazon had a secret love of word games, but even she
had her limits. When this was over, he’d fill their house with them.
The clock spluttered to 10:35, 10:40. Annie looked at him,
compassion in her eyes. Her hand reached across the table to squeeze his. “I’m
sorry, babe. We can try tomorrow. Just help me think of something to say to
Marta. She’s been calling every other hour and I’ve been letting it go to voice
mail.”
“Text her. Tell her you’re busy bonking your brains out and
to leave you to it.” Unable to resist, he leaned toward her to land a kiss on
those luscious lips, showing her just how much he appreciated her support. In
mid-liplock, Clio interrupted. “Look who just walked in.”
He turned his head, his hands remained tangled around
Annie’s fingers.
“Wow, it’s like fast-forwarding you a few decades,” Annie
said, vocalizing his thoughts. “You’re only going to get sexier when you age.”
“Another reason to stay with me. Let’s do this.” His gut
heaving, he stood to face Alexander Xenos, who dropped his
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