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feel the anger radiating from Devon and hoped Thanatos knew what he was doing.
“Punch?” she asked, but the only answer she received was Thanatos pulling her closer to his
side and whispering into her ear, “Just roll with it.”
Even if she was not attracted to Thanatos in that way, the feel of his breath across the shell of her ear made her shiver. When she turned to look at Thanatos, his face was abruptly close, barely an inch away from hers.
She yanked away from Thanatos as a green light flashed in the room. One moment Devon was six feet away — and the next, the green light appeared between her and Thanatos as Devon shoved him away from Persephone.
Her hand flew to her mouth as she looked at Devon’s back heaving with anger. He hadn’t noticed yet what he had done. He was running off of his anger… his jealously... and couldn’t see past it.
“Green, huh?” Thanatos laughed as he dusted himself off and moved to Persephone’s line of sight, but not between her and Devon. She saw Devon’s shoulders stiffen once he realized he had moved.
That he had shadow jumped.
Devon turned to look at her, his eyes wide and panicked as she took his hands in hers.
“It’s okay. That was a shadow jump, although the green light is new, but it’s normal. All of this is normal,” she soothed. Devon’s power was leaking now that the dam had cracked.
She needed to calm him before it burst.
She didn’t get the chance before Thanatos hit her with a blast of power, knocking her back a few feet. Her head snapped up and her vision darkened as her eyes went black. In her Goddess form, she could see Thanatos and Devon’s souls as she righted herself. Thanatos stood like nothing happened, staring at Devon. As if he hadn’t just blasted Persephone back.
Devon looked between Thanatos and Persephone, confusion marring his brow.
Thanatos shook his head, and in a split second, shadow jumped to Persephone as he put his hands around her throat. She seethed and called her shadows to fight against Thanatos’ own darkness. In this place, she couldn’t call her other powers, just what she held inside of her. She couldn’t call to the dead to do her bidding; they wouldn’t hear her through the ward.
Her nails sharpened and turned black as they dug into Thanatos’ wrists, his hold loosening
as she began to burn him with her flames.
He smiled apologetically, but her eyes still blackened with magical rage.
Suddenly, Thanatos was gone, replaced by a pure green fire that blinded her. She shook her head and waited for her vision to clear.
When her sight returned from the blinding white, Thanatos was on the ground, a good ten feet away and unconscious. Turning, she caught sight of Devon, or at least he looked like Devon.
The man before her was covered in deep emerald flames, his eyes glowing the brightest green. He — it — Devon turned slowly, looking from Thanatos to her.
She couldn’t move to him, her shock holding her still.
“It’s been too long, Goddess,” was all Devon said in a voice that wasn’t his own before he collapsed to a heap on the floor, as unconscious as the Reaper himself.
***
“What in the fates did Devon hit him with?” Hecate asked as she attended to the unconscious Reaper laying across one of the couches in the castle study. It had been a job to shadow jump two unconscious men to the Underworld after calling Hecate to help heal Thanatos with her magic. She couldn’t have her Reaper out for too long. Souls would still call. Still need to be guided. Persephone sat beside Devon, brushing the hair away from his brow and willing him to wake.
Glancing up at Hecate’s question, she opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Thanatos letting out a low growl.
“What in the fates did that asshole do to me?” he grumbled, attempting to sit up, but Hecate
pushed him back down.
“He kicked your ass and I wasn’t there to see it. It would’ve made my day, but alas, here I sit to help heal your head and ego.” Hecate let a sickly sweet smile cross her face as Thanatos scowled at her. Thanatos pushed her hands away and sat up, wincing.
His eyes cut to Persephone’s and widened.
“Did he really call Godfire?” he asked, going still.
