Page 45 of Rotanev
“This is why gods don’t play on Earth,” Nero said casually. “Mortals die so easily and quickly that it takes all the fun out of delivering punishment.”
Morpheus released me with a warm chuckle. “Ah, but playing in their dreams affords me a bit more excitement because I can keep them alive as long as I desire.”
Nero glanced at him. “Fair point. Would you like to handle the guards upstairs?”
“Already a work in progress,” Morpheus replied, his grin wicked. “Just waiting on your cue to knock them out entirely.”
“Brilliant.” Nero nodded at the elevators toward the back. “Shall we? Before we’re noticed?”
“Already handling that as well. The security guard on the other side of the lobby was about to ruin your fun by calling in the authorities. He’s currently having a terrible nap. Same with his buddy down the hall over there.” Morpheus gestured to the left. “I can wake him up if you prefer to suffocate him on his own fluids?”
“I wouldn’t dare interrupt your fun, old friend.” Nero sauntered toward me and brushed the back of his knuckles over my cheek. “You all right, little siren? You’re a bit flushed.”
Yeah, because I just watched you kill a bunch of men without so much as twitching a muscle.“I’m fine,” I squeaked.
He gave me a knowing look. “You wanted an introduction to how I deliver justice, remember?”
I did. Which was why I nodded. But I hadn’t expected him to be quite sopowerful. A stupid assumption on my part, givenwhothis man was in terms of my history books.
Poseidon.
King of the Seas.
A Greek god.
Roman, too.
Although, it wasn’t the death that bothered me. I knew those men deserved their fates by working for a man like Corban, could easily surmise what they did on his behalf to people who failed to deliver on their debts.
No.
What bothered me was the tingle spreading inside me at watching Nero in his element. The warmth flooding my veins. The veryrealsensation of want stirring inside my abdomen.
Desiring a man in the throes of a kill was so very wrong.
Yet, my body reacted to his energy, to the seductive wave of power rolling off of him.
His ocean-blue eyes smoldered, his lips curling at whatever he saw in my own gaze. “I think she’s impressed, Morpheus.”
“It would appear that way.” His friend wore a matching expression of amusement.
“Let’s go, sweet siren.” Nero reached for my hand and pulled me forward at his side while Morpheus trailed along behind us.
The elevator didn’t light up when Nero pressed a button, causing Morpheus to snort and retreat back to the bodies. When he returned, he held a badge that he swiped to call the car.
“If I didn’t know better, I would say you’ve spent some recent time on Earth, Morpheus,” Nero commented casually.
“You’re not the only one who calls me for favors, Nero.”
“Intriguing” was all he said in reply.
Bing. The doors slid open, and Morpheus used the card again, selecting the floor I’d detailed for them earlier.
“Let the games begin,” Morpheus declared ominously.
“Or end, as it were.” Nero slid his free hand into the pocket of his pants. “Knock them all out, Morpheus.”
“Happily.”
