Page 85 of Harbinger

The other Goddesses looked at her, visibly impressed.

Loki squinted at the Black Fate. “How did you pay for it?”

Orena smiled beatifically. “That’s for me to know and for you guys to never find out.”

“Theo saw her take Morgan’s credit card out of his wallet earlier,” Victor told the imp.

Loki smirked.

Orena’s face fell. “But I was as swift as the wind.”

“Theo’s eyes are faster,” Victor said smugly.

Morgan brought in fifteen boxes of extra-large pizza and dumped them on the kitchen bar before glaring at the youngest Black Fate. “How about you ask the owner of the premises next time you order something?”

“I’m sure Icarus doesn’t mind,” Orena said primly.“Right, Carus?”

She batted her eyelashes at Cassius.

“Don’t give him a pet name!” Morgan snarled. “And stop flirting with him!”

Tisiphone tsk-tsked. “Possessiveness is an ugly trait, Ivmir.”

Lachesis had lifted the cover of one of the boxes and was sniffing the contents with an inquisitive look. “What did you call this thing again?”

“It’s pepperoni pizza,” Morgan said sullenly. “It’s a flat bread baked with tomato sauce and cheese and topped with meat and—”

“By the Gods, what is this magic?!” Lachesis mumbled around the mouthful she’d just stuffed in her mouth.

Gold flared in her pupils as she gobbled the remainder of the slice, her expression one of pure pleasure. She licked her fingers and stared at the pizza like it had been made in Heaven itself.

“It goes well with beer,” Theo advised.

They ended up ordering another twenty boxes of pizza.

“I am stuffed,” Eden groaned two hours later.

Kes belched discreetly behind her hand and patted her belly.

Cassius twisted his beer bottle distractedly where he sat next to Morgan. The disquiet he’d been experiencing since their return to Earth was now front and center in his mind.

“What is it?” Morgan said warily.

“There is so much I still don’t understand.” Cassius met his gaze, troubled. “Why did Elios want the Sword of Wind in the first place?” He waved a vague hand. “I get that it’s one of the divine weapons that locked Chaos in the Abyss, but he can’t do much without the remaining artifacts. Why go so far to get his hands on it?”

“He will likely not need the other keys,” Clotho said somberly.

Shock reverberated around the room. Cassius’s heart started a rapid tempo against his ribs as he stared at the youngest Moira. Loki studied the Goddess unblinkingly, crimson flaring in his pupils.

“What do you mean by that, sister?” Atropos asked in a hard voice.

Clotho and Lachesis traded a guarded glance.

Clotho bent her legs and tucked her knees under her chin, her expression grim. “I think Elios is using the divine blood and energy he’s been absorbing from us over the centuries to create demonic artifacts that can mimic the weapons used to seal Chaos.”

Horror widened Kes’s eyes. Loki hissed.

Tisiphone jumped to her feet. “WHAT?!”

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