bore through her, stripping away her defenses. The quick and ready smile that tilted at the corners in a way that was just sweet enough to skip over cocky and move straight on to endearing.
Shaking off the images, she returned her focus to Tyrus. Rogan was a thought for a different day. A puzzle to worry over later.
“You seem awfully calm, Tyrus.”
“I’ve trained and I know my enemy.”
The sly fingers of her gift swirled through her, finding purchase in her words. “You’re rather confident. Aidan’s a formidable opponent.”
“He’s always been a worthless nerd.” On a half laugh, Tyrus glanced up from his phone. “I wish they’d had that word when we’d been kids. It’s the only thing I’ve ever come up with that seemed to fit perfectly.”
“He’s spent the last two thousand years being an ass-kicker with a cause.”
Tyrus shrugged. “Guy lives in his head. I can use that to my advantage. I always could before.”
“Before?”
“Sure.” On a sigh, Tyrus shoved the phone in his pocket as if finally realizing he wasn’t going to get through an entire game of electronic bird tossing if he kept ignoring her.
“I knew you had a history.”
“Hell yeah, we have a history. The little pussy was so easy to fuck up. I framed him and his girlfriend and watched all hell break loose.”
“Didn’t it break loose all over your ass?” Eris couldn’t hold back the purr, “As I recall.”
Tyrus shrugged and let out a loud guffaw. “What does it matter? You fixed it and made it all better.”
That I had
, Eris thought, turning Tyrus’s words over. She knew there was a shared history there, it’s why she’d kept him in place all these years. Why she’d even had the idea to turn him in the first place. Two birds, one stone as it were.
Meg had been a lifelong enemy. The Fury had gone ape-shit one time too many on one of Eris’s targets and she was going to pay.
Eris knew there was a certain balance in the Pantheon. It was why humans were such a fun target. She and her immortal brethren could play with the mortals and if some got lost along the way, no big deal.
But Meg had punished a few of Eris’s humans one time too often and the bitch was going down. Eris had had too many plans thwarted over the years—too many carefully constructed ops ruined—because the damned Fury had swooped in and taken care of a human causing problems.
Meg’s latest interference had been the last straw. A disgraced banker who’d stolen millions was publicly caught with his pants down, despite having spent years of fucking around in complete anonymity. Meg had engineered the whole thing, and the public scandal had been more than enough to interrupt the plans for financial ruin Eris had already laid in place.
Discord interruptus.
Once again.
All thanks to the Fury.
Meg had “principles,” she’d always claimed. She only went after the humans who “deserved it.”
Fuck. They all deserved it. That little humiliation Montana Grant threw her way a few months back only reinforced the thought to Eris’s way of thinking.
The real problem was, Eris knew, that she and Meg fundamentally targeted the same people. Eris preyed on their dark sides and Meg used that same dark side to eviscerate them with the consequences.
Well, she was done playing nice. Done being patient. Done waiting for her carefully woven webs to catch the fly. She hadn’t kicked ass in a while and damn it if she wasn’t ready for a firefight.
Megaera the Fury, punisher of jealousy and envy, and her gods damned principles had made herself the perfect target. Snagging one of Themis’s boys in the process only made vengeance all that much sweeter.
Turning back to Tyrus, she forced another layer of disdain in her voice. “Just to ensure you don’t screw this up, let’s go through it one more time.”
* * *
Aidan didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to console her. He’d spent his life cursing the day Meg came into it,
Shaking off the images, she returned her focus to Tyrus. Rogan was a thought for a different day. A puzzle to worry over later.
“You seem awfully calm, Tyrus.”
“I’ve trained and I know my enemy.”
The sly fingers of her gift swirled through her, finding purchase in her words. “You’re rather confident. Aidan’s a formidable opponent.”
“He’s always been a worthless nerd.” On a half laugh, Tyrus glanced up from his phone. “I wish they’d had that word when we’d been kids. It’s the only thing I’ve ever come up with that seemed to fit perfectly.”
“He’s spent the last two thousand years being an ass-kicker with a cause.”
Tyrus shrugged. “Guy lives in his head. I can use that to my advantage. I always could before.”
“Before?”
“Sure.” On a sigh, Tyrus shoved the phone in his pocket as if finally realizing he wasn’t going to get through an entire game of electronic bird tossing if he kept ignoring her.
“I knew you had a history.”
“Hell yeah, we have a history. The little pussy was so easy to fuck up. I framed him and his girlfriend and watched all hell break loose.”
“Didn’t it break loose all over your ass?” Eris couldn’t hold back the purr, “As I recall.”
Tyrus shrugged and let out a loud guffaw. “What does it matter? You fixed it and made it all better.”
That I had
, Eris thought, turning Tyrus’s words over. She knew there was a shared history there, it’s why she’d kept him in place all these years. Why she’d even had the idea to turn him in the first place. Two birds, one stone as it were.
Meg had been a lifelong enemy. The Fury had gone ape-shit one time too many on one of Eris’s targets and she was going to pay.
Eris knew there was a certain balance in the Pantheon. It was why humans were such a fun target. She and her immortal brethren could play with the mortals and if some got lost along the way, no big deal.
But Meg had punished a few of Eris’s humans one time too often and the bitch was going down. Eris had had too many plans thwarted over the years—too many carefully constructed ops ruined—because the damned Fury had swooped in and taken care of a human causing problems.
Meg’s latest interference had been the last straw. A disgraced banker who’d stolen millions was publicly caught with his pants down, despite having spent years of fucking around in complete anonymity. Meg had engineered the whole thing, and the public scandal had been more than enough to interrupt the plans for financial ruin Eris had already laid in place.
Discord interruptus.
Once again.
All thanks to the Fury.
Meg had “principles,” she’d always claimed. She only went after the humans who “deserved it.”
Fuck. They all deserved it. That little humiliation Montana Grant threw her way a few months back only reinforced the thought to Eris’s way of thinking.
The real problem was, Eris knew, that she and Meg fundamentally targeted the same people. Eris preyed on their dark sides and Meg used that same dark side to eviscerate them with the consequences.
Well, she was done playing nice. Done being patient. Done waiting for her carefully woven webs to catch the fly. She hadn’t kicked ass in a while and damn it if she wasn’t ready for a firefight.
Megaera the Fury, punisher of jealousy and envy, and her gods damned principles had made herself the perfect target. Snagging one of Themis’s boys in the process only made vengeance all that much sweeter.
Turning back to Tyrus, she forced another layer of disdain in her voice. “Just to ensure you don’t screw this up, let’s go through it one more time.”
* * *
Aidan didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know how to console her. He’d spent his life cursing the day Meg came into it,
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