“Holy crap,” she whispered, blinking several times. “You’re not real. You’re not real.”
I sighed, widening my stance. “Not this again.”
She opened her mouth, but then the narrow door near the foot of her bed opened. I would’ve thought it was a closet door, but it couldn’t have been, unless a half-naked chick had been hiding in there.
If so, this was my kind of dorm.
But the moment I got a really good look at the tall girl wearing shorts that barely covered what she had going on and a sports bra, I knew I’d found the source of all that aether goodness.
The girl looked to be Josie’s age, which based on what Apollo had said had to be around twenty. Her head whipped toward me, the movement very snakelike.
My muscles tightened. Our eyes locked like two bulls ready to knock horns.
“Do you see him?” Josie asked, clutching fists full of the blanket. “Do you see him, Erin?”
“Yeah, I see him.” Squaring off with me, a wall of red-hot fury radiated from her, practically coating the room.
“Do I know you?” I asked.
Her features sharpened as she pulled back her lips, baring shark-like teeth. “You killed one of my sisters.”
“What?” squeaked Josie.
I squinted at the girl. During the time I was with Ares, I…I’d killed a lot of people. Some were pures. Some were halfs. Some were even mortals. Basically, anyone who’d gotten in his way. Not too different from what I did now for the remaining gods. “You’re going to have to narrow that down for me.”
She drew back as if she’d been slapped, and yeah, maybe I could’ve been a little more sensitive about my request for additional info, but I was a jackass—and apparently everyone else knew it too.
The smile that appeared on her face was almost nice, except for the jagged teeth and barbed-edged quality to it. Then the girl who called herself Erin stepped forward, shedding her mortal façade.
Her flesh turned a murky gray, washing away the deep hue of her skin. Gray wings sprouted out of her back, reaching at least six feet—a huge-ass wingspan that was sort of impressive. Her fingers elongated, forming claws that could disembowel someone with a flick of the wrist. Her black hair thinned all around her head, forming a thousand tiny black snakes that snapped at the air around her. The dark eyes disappeared, and all-white ones appeared.
“Oh my God,” Josie whispered, looking like she was trying to become one with the wall behind her. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“Furie,” I groaned. “Seriously?”
Erin—the name was so funny now, considering the actual Greek word for furie was Erinyes—rose up off the ground. “Yeah,” she spat. “Seriously.”
Whatever guilt I’d felt inside me for killing her sister had washed right away. Godsdamn furies. Yeah, I’d taken one of them out when I’d been all juiced up on the aether, but gods, those bitches had been gunning for my ass long before I’d done that. Furies were used by the gods to search down those who’d escaped justice, and they were a sign of a very unhappy pantheon. There could only be one reason why she was here—to protect Josie—and I had to remind myself of that.
“Okay. So I did kill your sister. But how many more do you have? Hundreds?”
She let out a low rumble of warning. “I should rip out your intestines and string them around the ceiling.”
My brows rose. “That paints a pretty picture.”
“This isn’t real,” Josie said, scooting along the wall. One leg made it over the edge of the bed. “This cannot be real.”
“Oh, it’s real. Your roomie here is a furie.” The creature drifted to the side, blocking Josie as she came to her feet, forcing her back, away from me. Suspicions confirmed. “And Apollo sent you.”
The furie snapped at the air, baring those attractive teeth. “Boy, you’re a smart Apollyon.”
Akasha zapped over my skin, appearing as a shimmer of golden light along my right forearm. “Do you want to join your sister?”
She hissed. “I’d like to see you try.”
“What’s happening?” Josie whispered.
A pulse of energy rolled out from me. The overhead light flickered. Loose pieces of paper rattled. The furie flew forward, swiping out at me with razor-sharp claws. I spun out to the side and dipped under a wing, coming up with my back to Josie and the furie in front of the door.
“Oh, you are really starting to irritate me,” I warned, dodging her leg as she kicked out. I snapped forward, catching hold of her ankle. I let go with akasha, enough to send a friendly little buzz through her. She growled as she swung her arm toward me. Releasing her ankle, I caught her hand before it connected with my face. “Knock it off.”
Rage poured off her as she aimed her other arm at me. Catching that one, too, I yanked her down so her feet were on the floor.
“What is happening?” Josie shrieked.
I dipped and kicked out, sweeping the furie’s legs out from under her. Wings folded in as she hit the floor on her back. I sprang forward, dropping down so my knees held her legs immobile. Grabbing hold of her wrists, I pinned her down, keeping those damn claws away from my face. “You must be young, if that move took you down.”
“I am the youngest of my sisters, you dickhead,” she spat back. “But that won’t stop—”
“Dammit.” I kicked my head back as Josie darted around us, stumbling over as the door flung open. She skidded to a halt.
Underneath me, the furie used the distraction to her advantage. Rolling her powerful hips, she flipped me off her just as the heavy scent of death and decay entered the room. A shade.
I landed on my side and rolled as Erin’s claws came down, digging and ripping through the carpet. Gods—she really didn’t like me. Flipping to my feet, I jumped back as her razor-sharp nails caught the front of my shirt, slicing it open over my abs. Hot pain flared across my stomach.
I was so done with this shit.
Throwing my arm out, I let go with of a bolt of akasha. The shimmery blue light crackled like lightning as it smacked into her leg, spinning her up and back. She hit the wall beside the bed. Plaster cracked as she recovered, pushing off. On a hunch, I ducked as I pivoted, and the furie flew over my head.
“Josie!” I yelled, seeing her going toward the thing that had walked through the door like it was her own personal savior.
“No!”
She whirled toward me as the guy, who looked like an average student, grabbed for her.