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And fill her.

Thanatos snarled, spun, and put his fist through the wall.

Nineteen

You will forever be a liability to your own race. You belong with us now.

Arik hadn’t bothered to argue with Limos or Ares. She’d gated him back to her house, left him to shower, and he’d numbed out under the hot spray, his mind drawing a blank on all the reasons they were wrong.

All he’d wanted for his entire life was to fight for what was right. He’d started by defending his sister and mother. He’d moved on to join the military to fight for his country. Eventually, when the R-XR had tapped him, he fought for the entire human race. The idea that he was now a liability, a threat, even, left him dazed. The situation wasn’t acceptable, and somehow, he had to fix it.

He threw on the jeans and a white T-shirt that were in the duffle that was still in Limos’s bedroom, and then in a bizarre move, Hekili had called him to the kitchen, thrust a beer and a towel into Arik’s hands and motioned toward the water. As Arik started down the steps to the beach, Hekili stopped him.

“She is in one of her… moods. Help her before she hurts herself.”

Arik had no idea what the warg was talking about, and he didn’t have a chance to ask because Hekili took off like his kitchen was on fire.

He found Limos fifty yards away, acting as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

She was, in fact, dancing on the beach like a lunatic. A sexy, gorgeous lunatic in a hot pink bikini. With a white flower in her hair. No one looking at her would know that the ultra-feminine woman doing the hula could kick ass like the newest model Terminator.

What the hell had Hekili been talking about? The only way she was going to hurt herself would be if she threw her hip out of joint from dancing like that.

Arik laid out the towel and sank down in the sand, back against a palm tree, his fingers gripping the cold beer so tight he figured it was close to shatter threshold. How could she dance without spilling her margarita?

When she spotted him, she stilled, her too-gorgeous-to-be-real eyes drilling into him. In a slow, deliberate motion, she brought her margarita glass to her lips. Her ton higue came out and swiped the rim, licking off a line of salt before she locked her lips onto the glass and sipped. In Arik’s hand, the beer bottle shook.

Limos walked toward him, her hips swaying, her toned muscles flexing. She was beautiful, so fucking beautiful. He stood, figuring she was ready to head back to the house. He’d welcome the air-conditioning to cool off his suddenly overheated skin.

“I think I’m going to throw a party at my other house,” she said, stopping in front of him.

“The Apocalypse is knocking at the door, and you want to throw a damned party?” No wonder she had never found her agimortus. She’d spent her life drinking, dancing, and painting her nails.

“I like keeping myself busy.”

“Yeah, well, here’s an idea. Instead of acting like a sorority butterfly, you could keep yourself busy by searching for your agimortus.”

She sipped her drink and started swaying to a silent beat. “I lost my chance. Killed the bastard who might have been able to find it. So… whatevs.”

This. Was. Bizarre. “You lost your chance, and that calls for what… a celebration?”

She shrugged, her tan shoulder glistening in the splashes of sun that streamed between the palm fronds. “Not a celebration. A distraction.”

A warm breeze stirred her hair, and he resisted the urge to brush it away from her face. “Now isn’t the time to lose focus, Horseman.”

“Horseman.” She said the word as if it were something bitter she was testing on her tongue. “Yes, I’m that. That, and Satan’s fiancé.” Her lips turned up in an impish smile. “And I’m feeling the need to slip into Sheoul to taunt him. To dare him to catch me.”

“What?” Arik wondered what she’d do if he grabbed her and shook some sense into her. “Tell me you aren’t serious.”

“Oh, I’m serious.” She spun in a graceful circle, head back, hair flying, as if she were on a dance floor. “He’ll get me, you know. No matter what,