Going Deep by L. J. Vickery

Author:L. J. Vickery [Vickery, LJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Erotic Romance
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2016-08-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Marduk paced one way. Anshar paced the other. The two gods had never felt so impotent. People they loved were sequestered in hell. No gods, but two humans traipsed the countryside to find more Chosen. And all the while, Erra had the entire compound wrapped up tighter than a drum. Any forays outside their immediate borders led to bloody skirmishes Marduk was unwilling to risk without Doctor Dani in the house to patch up the wounded. Things pretty much sucked big time.

Marduk talked Anshar into taking out their frustrations with a couple of hammers, lending more muscle to Kulla’s construction project. As they went to join the crew, Marduk wondered what Erra’s next move would be.

The war god probably got really tired of camping out in the woods, avoiding hikers and bicyclists who inadvertently wandered by. It was one thing to have the god’s house surrounded by Erra’s PP, an entirely different prospect to be on call 24/7 as the only one who could sense if the gods decided to come and go.

Marduk chuckled to himself. No one had foreseen, when Erra had come on board, that Dagon would change sides. After that kick in the ass, Erra was on his own, god-wise.

Erra’s second-in-command, Matthew―a truly devious human―was just the kind of minion Erra liked best. According to Dagon, Matthew made a versatile right hand man. He knew computers, would take on any dirty job, and―best of all―was motivated by money.

Right now, he was nowhere in sight, and Marduk hoped he wasn’t somehow tailing Huxley and Dani-Lee. If Kulla’s attempt to distract Erra and company―while Lahar went to give their mortal friends orders to head to Northampton―had somehow failed, they were screwed.

When that strange energy had emerged from the idol, Marduk and the gods put themselves on hyper-alert, so it stood to reason that Erra did too.

Marduk dropped his hammer. Tess came with food. He found a spot under a tree with Anshar where they dug into nourishment and monitored Kulla’s work on the cottages from afar. He chewed his first bite and got a headful of Erra.

Kulla? Are you here, working?

The thunder god grunted, waiting to see what the war god would want from his supreme architect.

I am, Kulla answered. The goddess, Tess has just delivered a large platter of food to Marduk and Anshar, the only gods who can eat, but the rest of us have laid down our hammers to catch a quick midday siesta under the trees. If you need to talk, I’ll forgo the nap…and bring you a sandwich.

A sandwich? Erra clearly hadn’t heard the term before, and couldn’t recall it from the dictionary Dagon said the god had attempted to cram into his brain.

Kulla gave a laugh. I’d forgotten that you weren’t around to see the advent of “trenchers” in the middle ages. It’s a kind of bread bowl filled with food, which went on to become the modern-day sandwich. Kulla continued. Think of two pieces of thick fluffy matzah with meat between them.

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