Marked by Death (The Godhunter, Book 4)

Author:Sumida, Amy [Sumida, Amy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-01-20T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

He was having a party, a freakin’ party, and I was supposed to dress up pretty and play hostess…with my big gold chain dangling from my neck. Great, just great. What the hell was I supposed to talk about with his friends? “Hi, I’m Vervain, the Godhunter and Anubis’ captive, don’t mind the big chain, it’s just my leash. Yeah, he treats me like a dog. Canapé?”

“You look beautiful,” Anubis laid his hands on my bare shoulders.

“Thank you,” I smoothed down the opalescent folds of my gown. It was layers upon layers of sheer, iridescent silk and it clung and shimmered with every step.

“Are you ready?” He took the end of my chain and hooked it onto his belt. It was obvious, poking out of his tux like a neon sign screaming Look, I captured the Godhunter. Great, this wasn’t going to be at all humiliating.

“Sure,” I took a deep breath and took the arm he offered.

We took a series of corridors to the vast ballroom, with its mirrored walls and werejackals in livery like it was Versailles. The room was full with mingling gods, banquet tables overflowing with food, servants bearing trays of drinks, and a live orchestra.

“You really don’t like going with the whole Egyptian theme, do you?” I looked up at him as we entered.

He laughed, loud and hard, and everyone stopped what they were doing to stare. Shit, why did this always happen to me? Note to self, don’t make otherwise stoic gods, laugh in the middle of a party full of people you don’t know. Yes, it’s happened before.

“I try not to be predictable,” his eyes retained most of his laughter as he escorted me through the staring guests.

“Anubis,” a black man came up to us with a solemn woman in tow.

Now when I say he was black, I don’t mean African-American, Jamaican, or any other dark-skinned race, I mean his skin was black like onyx. So was his hair, for that matter. The only bit of color to him was in his gray eyes, dark gray thankfully or they would’ve melted into the whites and made him look even creepier.

“Father,” Anubis shook his hand and I almost snorted. Go figure Mr. Creepy was Anubis' dear ol’ Dad. He turned to the woman and her face brightened for a second as he kissed her cheek. “Mother, how are you?”

“Well, thank you,” she spoke softly but her voice carried, like voices do through fog, sounding as if someone were right beside you even though no one’s there at all. Great, Mr. Creepy and Mrs. Spooky. No wonder Anubis was fucked up, just look at his parents.

“This is Vervain,” he brought me forward and I raised a brow in surprise. I got to meet the parents? Can you say awkward?

The man took my hand and shook it, while his stormy eyes seemed to swirl and the air around us crackled with electricity. I knew that smell. I knew that power. It was like Thor’s and it filled me with a horrible ache for my ex-lover.

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