Zealot (Hidden: Soulhunter Book 3) by Colleen Vanderlinden

Author:Colleen Vanderlinden [Vanderlinden, Colleen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy
Publisher: Peitho Press
Published: 2016-09-30T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

“Phantasos, Eunomia. Eunomia, Phantasos,” Morpheus said. Phantasos stood there, staring at me with a mix of anger and resignation on his face. Morpheus had kept his hand on his brother, and I realized that he was doing it to prevent Phantasos from rematerializing away. The dream god was not as flighty as I had thought him to be. Good.

“Nice to meet you, Phantasos,” I said, and he merely nodded, not taking his eyes off of me. “I have some questions for you.”

“I can’t believe you did this,” Phantasos muttered to Morpheus. “You’re selling me out to one of them? To a death immortal?”

Morpheus shrugged. “You should have thought of that before you meddled in things you shouldn’t have. You have made such a damned mess, brother.”

“You can’t prove that I did anything,” Phantasos said to me. His voice had a scratchy quality to it that made me wish for a throat lozenge or a drink of water. I studied him for a few moments, allowing him time to become uncomfortable. I have been told I can be rather intimidating when I want to be. Sure enough, he started squirming, and seemed capable of looking anywhere but at me. While I let him squirm, I tried to decide what I thought of him. He should have been an attractive male. He had, individually, plenty of good qualities: dark hair and beard, chocolate-brown eyes, a muscular body, and full lips. But somehow, when they were all put together, it all looked like too much somehow. It reminded me of the type of thing I had seen school children do, quite a while ago. They would cut out pictures from magazines and put them together. Collage. That was what it was called. Phantasos looked like someone had taken every attractive feature they could find and muddled them all together. The result felt off, somehow.

“Would you stop looking at me like that?” he finally shouted.

“Like what?” I asked innocently.

“Like I’m something you’re about to dissect.”

I smiled, and I was well aware that it was not one of my more friendly smiles. “That may be on the agenda, unless you start talking. We know you were involved in this mess.”

“Again: prove it,” he muttered.

“I do not need to prove it. All I have to do is have my Queen look into your mind.”

“I could fight her if I wanted to. She’s nothing more than a pup, still wet behind the ears. She has no idea how to be an immortal, despite being handed a throne by her daddy.”

“Hades died,” I said in a low voice. “Show some respect.”

“I have nothing but respect for Hades. He would have been better off putting literally anyone else in charge. Tisiphone or Megaera. Hell, even you would have been better than someone who doesn’t know a damn thing about our world.”

“Our world is not the one that matters. All she needs to have is a sense of justice and the desire and ability to punish those who deserve it.

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