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“So,” Logan said in an attempt to change the subject. “Why were you guys here?”
“I came to see Thanatos,” Wraith said. “I didn’t know Talon was here until I was leaving.”
Talon nodded. “I was just dropping off a book for Amber. I was supposed to bring it to the party, but with the Draven shit going on, I forgot.”
Amber and Talon shared a love of fantasy novels and had been swapping books and discussing them for years. Talon swore to Logan that the onlyfantasyinvolved in their relationship was in the books, but sometimes Logan wondered if Amber felt differently. For Talon’s sake, Logan hoped he was wrong. Nothing good would come of any male who tried to date Amber.
“I’m sure she was happy to get it.”
“Nah.” Talon frowned. “I think she’s mad at me. I haven’t had much time to hang with her.”
“Maybe if you didn’t spend all your spare time with your new girlfriend, Amber wouldn’t be so upset,” Wraith offered, and Talon rolled his eyes.
“I’ve been busy at work,” Talon said. “And, yeah. I get it. You don’t like her. We all get it.”
No one liked Talon’s girlfriend. Sometimes, Logan thought even Talon didn’t like her. Mace was sure Talon was only with her for sex and to piss off his father, and Logan was inclined to believe that.
“She’s a fallen angel,” Wraith growled. “You can’t trust them. Not ever.”
Talon let out a frustrated sound somewhere between a snarl and a shout. “I’m so tired of this shit.” He nodded at Logan. “See you later.”
He teleported out of there in a blink. Lucky guy hadn’t had to use a Harrowgate since his first maturation phase when his birth mom’s ability to teleport manifested.
“I do not know how to deal with that kid,” Wraith said, staring into the empty space where his son had stood.
“You’re very different people.”
Wraith smiled sadly. “He’s better than me.” He clapped Logan on the shoulder and headed toward the Harrowgate Thanatos had installed outside the walls. “See you later. Your dad is in his workshop. Tell your mom I said hi if you see her.”
“Will do.”
Still jacked up on adrenaline-fueled anger, Logan tamped down any misgivings he might have had about confronting his parents over something so heinous and obviously untrue. He’d clear the air about this bullshit, proving Eva and Stryke wrong, and then he’d find Draven.
Easy.
He strode across the courtyard to the old stone building his father called hismale cave. He’d spent thousands of years honing his woodcarving, leatherwork, and weapons-making skills, and he’d entertained Logan as a kid for hours on end with his art.
Logan had even tried his hand at working with leather, making a saddle, bridle, and reins for Cujo.
Cujo hadn’t beenat allreceptive to being ridden like a horse.
Logan found his dad bent over his workbench, pounding on a strip of iron.
Thanatos looked up as Logan approached, the two blond braids at his temples swinging against his cheeks. “Hey, Logan. Perfect timing. I could use a hand.”
He peered around his dad at the workbench. “What are you making?”
“It’s a weapon. For you to use against Draven.”
And just like that, he got another sucker punch to the throat. “I don’t need a weapon for that.”
“You’re no fool, son.” Thanatos’s voice was grim, hitting home the reality of the situation that Logan hadn’t wanted to think about. “You know you might.”
Okay, maybe. But only as a last resort. There was still time to bring his friend back. “What makes this weapon special?”
Thanatos held up a smooth, curved piece of wood, its sharp, pointy tip fashioned from what looked like crimson glass. “Limos gave me this.”
Logan drifted closer, drawn to the eerie light that seemed to pulse inside it. More than light, it was power. The way it whispered to him, with vile descriptions that somehow stroked his pleasure centers in all the wrong ways, said it was evil power.
