Page 47 of Right Hand Of The Reaper
“You’re gonna clean this up, aren’t you?” I asked, eyeballing the offending mess all over my floor.
He arched a well plucked eyebrow. “Honey, do I look like I clean?”
No. That he did not. Everything about him was spotless. His white blonde hair was swept away from his forehead, and he wore a white blazer with nothing underneath. His entire skin shimmered with the gold glitter and his eyes were framed with gold liner that made his green eyes seem impossibly bright.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
“Ooh, straight to the point. I like it. I have a message for you.” He reached into his blazer and pulled out a crisp, white envelope.
I took it from his outstretched fingers and instantly recognised the owner of the strong, elegant script script emblazoned on the front.
Thane.
“Where did you get this?” I asked, a sudden coldness seeping into my skin. If Thane had sent this, he was definitely still alive.
“I got it in a little forest by the River Styx.”
I looked at the envelope again and noticed the seal. A pair of winged shoes. “You’re Hermes.”
“The very one,” he replied, his gold painted lips pulled into a broad smile. “I know you’ve met a few Gods, but we’ve never crossed paths which is definitely a shame.”
He was definitely not what I was expecting. “I thought Hermes was an old man.”
“Sometimes I am,” he said with a shrug of his shoulders. “Depends what kind of mood I’m in, and who I’m visiting. And right now, darling, I feel like being beautiful.”
“Aren’t you Zeus’ personal errand boy?”
His eyes flashed silver for a second, a harsh scowl dragging those perfect eyebrows low, but it was gone as soon as I’d seen it, making me wonder if he’d actually scowled. Especially since his mouth was pulled back into that wide grin again. “I’m many things, but yes, I have a loyalty to Zeus that not many possess. Are you going to open it?”
“And give you something to gossip about?” I said as I tucked the envelope into my back pocket.
“Can’t blame a God for trying,” he replied with a shrug.
“Is the Mansion of Night by the River Styx?”
He looked at me curiously and I wondered if I’d given too much away. Gods weren’t exactly known for their secret keeping skills. “Not sure. Thane gave me the note days ago.”
“Oh,” I replied, a little disheartened. That meant he might not be alive at all. “So why only deliver it now?”
He shrugged again. “Those were his instructions.”
“Oh,” I said again, unsure of what else to say.
“Well, I’m going to head off. I’ve got a hot date with a demon, and I’m determined to have some fun with him.”
“Wait,” I shouted before he had a chance to vanish. “You deliver messages everywhere, just tell me, could you deliver something to the Mansion of Night if you had to?”
He tipped his head to the side. “If someone asked, yes. I could.” Then he vanished leaving behind another cloud of gold fucking glitter.
“Asshole!”
At least I knew this Mansion place was real, even if it sounded like some cheesy lair out of a teen vampire movie.
“What the fuck happened in here?” Lila said as she strolled into my office.
“Hermes.”
“Ah. What did he want?”
