Page 114 of Immortal Sun

It sinks into the dirt and goes up in purple flames.

Cleo is silent.

Does nothing terrify her? Not even a fallen angel of old?

My blood, mixed with the dirt and sharp edges of the feather all disappear, the last drop of silver from my blood also vanishes.

“You.” The voice echoes through the cave.

Suppressing a laugh, I turn. “That was fast.”

“You used your blood.” Cassius crosses his arms, he’s hiding his wings, though I can see the purple feathers flickering like fire at his sides, ready to strike anyone who gets too close. He’s a walking, talking weapon.

He peers around me. “New sacrifice? Final one?”

I nod.

“She’s pretty.” Why does everyone say that?

She. Is. Human.

Cassius must be able to sense my irritation. “What did you need, Ra? I was busy dealing with Anubis.”

“You’re always busy, especially with Anubis.”

“Get back to me when you have a family and an entire house full of immortal misfits, your brother included.” He’s over seven feet tall, bulky, wearing jeans, in slippers and has a black cable knit sweater on. How very weirdly domesticated. Marriage looks good on him.

Talk about a weird wedding.

Oh, look an angel and a goddess.

I shake my head and point at her. “She’s on day two of training before the eclipse.”

“Either you’re slow or she is.” He frowns, his dark eyebrows drawing together. His jet-black hair rests past his shoulders nearly down to his ass.

Thus, the nickname dumbass that we use behind his back.

“She’s stubborn,” I fire back.

“Gods be with you.” He smirks. “I’m suddenly thankful I answered your call.”

“How are the Creators?” I ask.

He shrugs. “Probably waiting for you to come to brunch, why?”

“I loathe brunch.”

“No, you just loathe Anubis complaining about cold eggs.”

Man has a point.

The guy is impossible to please and last time burned my chair to the ground while laughing even though I’m partially responsible for creation of the cosmos, but sure, burn my chair for your own amusement.

“Does she speak?” Cassius asks, his eyes narrow even further like he’s suddenly perplexed for the first time in a millennia.

Cleo makes a little grunt and then plops onto the bed. Wow, I’ve finally shocked her and all it took was a fallen angel.

Miracles do happen.

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