Angie Fox - ADS 03 - A Tale of Two Demon Slayers

Score one for the demon slayer.

“Show us,” Dimitri ordered.

The siblings exchanged glances, and Talos drew out a chunk of Skye stone the size of a billiard ball. It shone in the beam of Dimitri’s Maglite with a brilliance and a fire I’d never seen before.

Talos licked his lips. “It’s Diana’s.” He steeled himself under Dimitri’s glare. “She doesn’t know we have it. Your sisters are going through a crisis of confidence. We promised them we’d do everything in our power to help them.”

Dimitri’s jaw tightened. “Stealing is helping?”

Talos frowned. “It is not stealing, and yes, we are helping. Tomorrow, we’re going to tell them about their failing protective wards. I’d rather not outline the problem without being able to offer a solution, or at least a direction.”

His story made sense, but Talos and Amara didn’t. I was getting a bad feeling about these two.

“We’re not going to work any spells,” Amara said, her voice unsteady. She was sweating like she’d run a marathon.

“Why should we believe that?” I asked.

Facts were facts—they’d stolen from the two people they’d sworn to help.

“We can’t,” Talos stated. “Not with Skye magic. But this stone is showing us where we need to focus our energies tomorrow.” He ran a hand down his narrow chin. “Walk with us.”

Okay, I’d bite. Dimitri and I gave each other a quick nod, then accompanied Talos and Amara up the path toward the house. We walked about fifty yards up to a slight bend in the trail. “It’s right about here,” Talos said, glaring at his open-mouthed sister.

“Go ahead,” Dimitri ordered.

I stood to Dimitri’s right, a hand on my switch stars, just in case.

Diana’s stone glittered with a life of its own as Talos held it at an arm’s length in front of him. He took a few steps forward, then one to the side. It took a moment for me to realize he was using it as a homing beacon. It led him to the edge of a group of bushes. As he stood near, the Skye stone began to hum.

Talos raised his eyes to the heavens. “Can you see it?”

My stomach tightened as I looked up at the churning green sky. “It doesn’t look any worse than before.” It didn’t look any better either.

If the power of Dimitri’s clan had been compromised…I touched my emerald necklace. A gentle current of magic ebbed and flowed, but it was weak.

Next to me, Dimitri murmured, “Ah yes.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “A thinning in the protective barrier.”

“Where?” I asked.

“The yellow streaks,” Dimitri said.

I didn’t see any yellow streaks. “Can we fix it?” I asked.

He let his fingers trail down my back, more for comfort than for anything else. “Dyonne and Diana can.”

Amara avoided looking at her brother or us as she reached into a side pocket in her dress and pulled out a folded parchment. “I’ve made a map of the areas most affected.” She spread it out over the ground.

Dimitri shone a light on the map, and I was startled to see exactly how far Dimitri’s lands reached. His estate was the size of a large college campus. On this map, his home practically hovered on the eastern cliffs. The gardens stretched to the north and west behind it all the way to the vineyards and the hills. And to the south and southwest, we were in the middle of a much bigger forest than I’d imagined. It had seemed easier to manage when I’d been on the back of a griffin.

“We’re here?” I asked, pointing to the portion of the trees closest to the house. The woods took up the entire central portion of the map.

“More like here,” Dimitri said, pointing to a red X halfway between the ruins and the house.

Heavens to Betsy. We were going to pass under two more weak spots before we made it back.

If Amara and Talos were telling the truth.

Dimitri seemed to see the weaknesses, which made their story more plausible. Still, I couldn’t get over the feeling they were in this for reasons of their own.

Amara trailed a polished fingertip over the map. “We haven’t surveyed much beyond this immediate area. It’s most important to neutralize any threats to the Callidora and, of course, the house.”

“Yes,” Talos said, folding his arms over his long, thin chest. “We don’t want to overload Diana and her sister tomorrow.”

Oh sure. Because shoring up their ancestral temple and childhood home would be quite enough. Sometimes, these magical people needed to think before they talked.

Dimitri stood. “I understand what you’re doing, but I don’t think my sisters will be very appreciative.”

Right on. These were the people they’d trusted to protect them, and look what they’d done. At least Talos had the consideration to look guilty.

Dimitri took an extra moment to study the man in front of him. “Are you in love with Diana?” he asked slowly.

The other griffin’s mouth parted slightly. “I hardly see what that has to do with the problem at hand.”

Dimitri shook his head. “Fine. Don’t answer. But here’s a word of advice. If you want to gain Diana’s affection, don’t keep secrets.” He took the stone from Talos. “And don’t borrow this again.”

I didn’t see Dimitri again that night. Instead, I stood at the window of my room holding Pirate, watching the green sky churn.

His heart pitter-pattered against my palm. “This is one time in my life where I’m glad I’m color-blind.”

“Me too, buddy.” I didn’t want Pirate exposed to this any more than he had to be. I rubbed him between the ears. “What do you say we grab a book?”

Pirate always liked to snuggle with me while I read before bed. Of course that usually meant whiling away an hour or three with Paula Deen or the Barefoot Contessa. I loved cookbooks, even if I never made anything. Pirate just liked the pictures.

“Settle in, young squire,” I said, inviting Pirate to curl up next to me as I cracked open the books I’d borrowed from the Helios library.

We needed to focus on something I could control—like facts. Maybe I’d even learn something important, like what to do next.

I understood griffins were loyal. I knew they treasured their history. The symbols of the twelve clans were carved into the sun of Vergina itself. Still, I wondered just how much we should trust the Dominos clan.

Dimitri considered them allies. His late father had been close to the patriarch of the Dominos. According to Greek mythology the sea and the sky shared an affinity.

I couldn’t help smiling to myself. Amara thought she was talking down to me when she said I was an outsider. Here, it could be an advantage. I had to think it allowed me to see things from a fresh perspective.

The three books weighed a ton as I moved them from the long dresser to the table next to my bed and sank in next to Pirate, who promptly rolled onto his back.

The dog knew what he was doing, because my right hand immediately came into contact with his soft tummy fur.

Absently, I began stroking.

“Oh yeah.” He arched into my hand. “That’s the ticket.”

I opened the volume of family history in my lap and began reading. The villa was older than I thought.

The original building had consisted of the library itself, which had been the study of Sir Nikkos Kallinikos. Eighteenth-century diplomats and statesmen—some of them even human—visited him there.

In the century that followed, Dimitri’s great-grandfather Adelphos built the villa around the library, preferring to have his clan even closer. When the villa was complete, he moved the family and many of their artifacts, including the solid wood banister, from the original house. A pair of antique griffin heads, hand-carved by Nikkos himself, snarled at the ends.