Page 9 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Seven

Cassius sighs. “It’s weird when an immortal’s immaturity goes in reverse. So very strange.”

Timber holds up his hand for a high five, and Cassius actually hits it.

“See,” I point out. “To me, that’s weird. Anubis and an angel, high-fiving. Like that’s not even remotely normal.”

Cassius frowns. “Aren’t high fives a way to show solidarity?”

“Yeah.” Ethan nods.

“Then…” He high-fives Timber again. “See what I did there? That’s called bonding, communication, and not making my job harder. Well done, God of the Underworld. You can sit at my table.”

Alex shakes his head. “Never thought I’d see the fucking day.”

“Because of all the sex?” Horus nods.

“Someone, anyone.” I raise my hand. “Take away his ability to be on social media. It’s really corrupting his old, old, soveryold…ancient, might I add? Mind.”

She returns on that note, staring between all of us, then plops down on a barstool. “Yeah, he’s probably dead. By the way, my name’s Lilith if you wanted to report it to the police, but a lot of good it would do since you guys are who you are.”

“Yeah, he’s probably dead.”

“Up top!” Alex raises his hand.

Horus leans into me. “Do we celebrate death now?”

“Shhhhhh.” I bat him away. “They’re bonding over the high five.”

Lilith nods, wipes her face again, and then looks around the table. “I have to say, I didn’t expect you guys to be like…normal.”

Ethan bursts out laughing, which is rare for him. “Oh, sorry. I thought that was a joke.”

“At least I understand sarcasm now.” Cassius laughs. “All right, so now that we’ve saved the world from the bad vampire and have a succubus, should we do a toast?”

“A toast?” Lilith asks. “I don’t think I’ve ever made a toast with…” She gulps and spreads her arms wide. “This. These kinds of…humans—immortals—people. Beings?”

Alex shakes his head. “It’s like a baby lamb. Can I keep it?”

“No!” we all yell in unison.

“She isn’t a pet, you dumbass,” I grumble under my breath, and for no reason at all, start to feel my blood heating beneath my skin. “She’s—she’s…” A vision suddenly appears. I feel my eyes go dark again, like they do when I see the future.

And for once.

I see my own.

Including my end.

Chapter Four

Lilith

Tarek says nothing for the rest of the night. In fact, he’s weirdly quiet. We have a few drinks, though nobody can actually get drunk. Which sucks for them because I’m feeling it hard since I’ve never actually gone shot for shot with a siren, an angel, a werewolf—god? Angel? Have I lost count already?

I grin.

“All right.” Tarek pulls me against him. “Let’s get you home.”

“‘Kay.” I grin up at him. “You’re pretty.”

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