Page 45 of Left Hand of the Divine
The twins tipped their heads to one side in unison and looked at him with a thoughtful dip in their brows.
“You do know that’s creepy, right?” Daire asked, as he stared avidly at the twins.
“I’d like to say you get used to it,” I sighed, “but it will always be creepy.”
I didn’t mind that, though. Rafe and Rayne were my Hounds, and I would do anything for them. We were a unit, and we shared a bond that was only ever felt between a Reaper and their chosen Hellhound, and trying to describe that connection to anyone else was impossible.
Lazarra sat back down and straightened her suit jacket. “Rory, update Atticus’ file, and then we can move onto the next issue.”
Next issue? “What do you mean?”
Lazarra turned to Thane and hit him with a dead stare. “The case of the missing souls and why you think there is a God Killer being made.”
Oh, shit.
Chapter Fifteen
Roux
She knew. The Guild knew.
Fuck.
“How did you—”
“How did I know?” Lazarra cut in with a laugh. “Honey, I run the Guild. I have spies everywhere.”
Okay, that was both awesome and terrifying. “But we only talked about the idea yesterday.”
The Head of the Guild arched an eyebrow. “And I knew that yesterday, hence why you’re here today. I want to know what you know. I will also close the investigation against Thanatos, and he can be reinstated as the Grim Reaper.”
“That’s generous of you,” I said as I crossed my arms.
“Well, I do have a copy of Atticus’ report on Thane and the missing souls, and I have a snippet of your conversation from yesterday. It’s quite clear that the God of Death is not responsible for the missing souls.”
“Or other supes,” Avery chimed in. “We’re aware of all the missing people. Ghosts, witches and vampires.”
“So what are you doing about it?” Rafe asked, his voice a low growl.
“Investigating, obviously,” Jefferson scoffed with an eye roll.
“What my charming friend here means,” Daire chuckled, “is that we have people looking into it. Several investigators, actually.”
Lazarra pointed at us all. “So tell me what you know, or I’ll have the lot of you rotting in the Pits before you can bat a pretty eye.”
Rafe turned to grin at me and batted his eyelashes. “She thinks our eyes are pretty.”
“Fucking hell,” Lazarra muttered under her breath.
I glanced at the twins, communicating my question through our bond. The pair of them shared a silent look, and then both nodded. They thought we could trust them. I turned to Thane and Atticus, and both of them looked back at me with a ‘what-other-choice-do-we-have’ kind of look.
I wasn’t sure if we could trust them; I’d only just met them, but Lazarra seemed to have stuck her neck out in the past for Atticus, and the others didn’t give me traitor vibes. I took a deep breath and told the Guild everything, because let’s be honest, we needed all the help we could get.
“Well, hot damn, girl,” Avery cheered whilst clapping her fingers. “You got down and dirty with Hades.”
Jefferson hit Avery with a flat look. “That is not what she said.”
Avery grinned like a kid in a candy shop. “Pfft, you can see it in her face. She totally glanced past that, and why else would he be wearing a plain tee and sweatpants?”
