Page 21 of Immortal Sun

Me

Because they’ve lost their grip on reality and only want one thing from me, the same thing everyone wants, even you. Did you have a point to this text other than to tell me she’s pretty? I mean they all are. It means nothing.

Enki

Feels different.

Me

You haven’t met her.

Enki

Has Cow?

I literally want to crush my phone in my hand and then toss it into the ocean to get fed on. Of course he’d bring that up.

Me

Cow hates everyone, even you and you know there’s a certain type of magic with her, she exists in the shadows and no, she hasn’t met the cow, the cow doesn’t like strangers.

Enki

Interesting. Should I stop by and say “hi”?

The idea of Enki trying to seduce Cleo has my blood boiling for the first time in a very long time—the guy doesn’t know when to stop and has zero self-control when he sees something pretty—it doesn’t matter if it’s food, a guy, a girl, a random tree branch—he’ll seduce the shit out of it, trick it, then cry foul when bad things happen because he’s using his powers for evil. The guy’s a hot mess.

I type back finally.

Me

Do you want to die?

Enki

You can’t kill me, it’s against your weird moral compass.

Me

What’s weird is you think I have one…

Enki

Even weirder—she believes you do.

I don’t respond to that; I don’t really want to go there. Instead, I ignore his next text. After failing his challenge as a god, he lives to annoy the shit out of me. Every god that fails is trapped for their entire immortal existence, they’ll never ascend to Olympus; they’ll simply wither away, and become a human that never dies with minimal power.

All I have is today, then tomorrow, then the next day, and the one after that until she’s gone.

How pathetically depressing for both of us.

Enki is one of the worst of them, kind of like the friend your parents warn you about, the one that tells you just one sip, just one shot, just one time. And every time you hear “just” fall from their lips you throw caution to the wind and enjoy it, but only until you reap the consequences.

Quite honestly, it’s shocking we’re friends and not mortal enemies.

That and alarming to every other person who lives in Deer Harbor and has a vested interest in our friendship.

He’s technically my exact opposite, I loathe his father, in theory it shouldn’t work, and yet it does.

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