“What are you thinking?” Ant asks.
“I can get them.”
“You will only need one, I require the other one in payment.”
I frown. “Payment for what?”
“The other part of what you need.”
“And what’s that?”
“Poison which will obliterate Ty’s soul.”
“What are you planning on doing with this other blade?”
“That’s for me to know,” he purrs.
What choice did I have? “Are you going to kill any other gods with it?”
“Not imminently, but if they come at me, I want to wield a weapon which will make them think twice.”
I huff out a breath. “Fine.”
“Glorious! I shall expect your call when you have the blades. In the meantime, I shall set up what we need to get the poison.”
“You said you had the poison.”
He chuckles. “No, I said I knew what you needed, not that I had it.”
“Tricky demon,” I mutter.
A throaty chuckle comes down the phone. “Be seeing you soon, Natia.” The phone goes dead.
Ten minutes pass as I lay on the bed watching the candles create dancing shadows around the room. I examine the various scenarios. Asking Zac is a big fat no. None of the cadre would give me those blades. Jed could get in, but would he give us them? Fear was his primary emotion when I laid my hands on them. No, it wouldn’t be fair to put Jed in that position. We needed to do this with our original team, me, Zee, Duncan and Aaden.
The door slides open and Zee glances around the room before collapsing on the bed next to me. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, tucking an arm under his head. I glance at the open door, and use a gust of air to shut it. Zee raises an eyebrow.
“We need to get rid of Jed and Emi.”
“Emi is engaged in the horizontal limbo with Aaden.”
“Were you listening to them?”
He shrugs.
“Pervert,” I mutter.
“It’s just…” he starts.
“What?”
He turns on to his side. “He’s like this quiet nerd, with zero game. Or at least that’s what I thought.”
“You’re jealous?”
He scrunches up his face. “No, Emi isn’t my type. But he’s making an actual goddess pant.”
I chuckle. “You want your own goddess?”