The Bird & The Beast

Chapter 13

"I want a glamouress."

Sáyt'n ran his tongue along the top of his teeth. "And how is that my problem?"

Damien uncrossed his legs, leaning forward. "Because I'm going to bug you until I get one."

"What happened to Ela?" Sáyt'n asked.

"She came under the most unfortunate of circumstances." Damien showed his teeth in what was supposed to be a smile. "If you know what I mean."

"Ah. I see." Sáyt'n cleared his throat.

It was unfortunate. He had rather liked the feisty thing. But in the end, everyone died.

Well, usually not, if one was an immortal. Only if one upset the wrong person, then they might possibly die.

"You really should have thought about that then," he said, "before killing her."

"I did. And I didn't kill her." Damien's eyes narrowed.

"Hmm. I see. You are a monster."

"Thank you."

"And you're a pain in my ass."

Damien grimaced. "I would rather you not use that analogy." He grinned, leaning back in his chair. "So, trickster? I need someone who knows glamours."

"And someone who's willing to keep your secret, eh?" Sáyt'n shook his head. "I might know someone." His eyes flicked to the raven on Damien's shoulder. "I really don't like your bird."

"We can agree upon one thing then," murmured Damien. "So, you know someone?"

"Yup. Well. Not exactly."

Damien growled. "Make up your mind, old man."

Sáyt'n seemed unhurried. "She's a dangerous enemy, though, should you upset her."

"We should get along well then."

"Very spiteful, actually."

"Excellent."

"Different than the others. Unique."

"Who is she?"

"Oh, did I mention she's an ex-goddess?" Sáyt'n fought to keep a smug grin off his lips when Damien nearly lost his composure.

Damien felt his smile slip off his face. He tensed, his fingers digging into his chair. "What?"

"You heard me. She's Roman's ex."

"The witch? You're trying to set me up with a witch?"

"Stop acting like you have morals. It only makes you look stupid." Sáyt'n chuckled, rubbing his hands together. "And you're not going to marry her, kid, so calm down."

Damien's jaw clenched as he mulled over the possibilities. "What's her name again?"

"Sasha. Gorgeous. But crazy."

"And the ex-wife of a god." Damien's lips pulled back from his teeth in a snarl.

"True. She's definitely spoiled goods. No, no, I'll have to search elsewhere. You're completely right."

"Stop your incessant babbling!" he snapped. "Do you really think she'll agree to it?"

"Maybe. The only way to find out is to ask her."

"Gah." Damien huffed. "And she knows glamours?" he clarified.

"Better than anyone you'll find. Well, anyone willing to keep your identity a secret."