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rare event. Especially Kol. “The Fates have...been meddling in my life.”
    Kol’s sharp laugh split the air. “Finally sunk their hooks into you, huh? Welcome to the club.”
    “In what way?” Chronos asked, ignoring Kol.
    Azrael arrowed a look at Kol. He shrugged and Azrael continued. “They have caused a mortal to see me. One who isn’t appointed to me.”
    Chronos wrinkled his brow. “We can all be seen in our mortal forms.”
    Kol cursed. He had a human form, but it was the same as his reaper form. He was no more approachable in either appearance. For that, Azrael could forgive Kol’s displeasure. Not having a true mortal form must make life very hard indeed.
    “I wasn’t in my mortal body. What’s worse is she’s even seen me reap a soul.”
    Kol’s cursing died away. “Seriously? Why would they allow that?”
    Chronos stood, shaking his head. A tear opened along the shoulder of his ever-aging black robe. A swarm of tiny metallic spiders streamed from beneath the fabric, repaired the rip and disappeared again. “There must be a reason. The Fates have their ways, even if we do not understand them.”
    “Mumbo jumbo,” Kol spat, pushing off the mantel and coming closer. “If this woman can see you as a Reaper, it can only come to a bad end.”
    Chronos slanted his eyes at Kol. “Is that what happens to the women you keep company with?”
    He responded with ice in his voice. “The women who entertain me don’t understand who I am.”
    “Neither do we,” Chronos muttered.
    Azrael held his hands up. “I called you here for help, not to pit you against one another.”
    Kol pulled off his dark glasses, revealing eyes like burning embers, eyes capable of sucking in human souls with a glance. “You want me to take care of her?”
    “No!” Azrael cleared his throat. “No.” He hadn’t meant for the word to come out as a shout. So desperate. So concerned. He rubbed his palm against his temple. The situation worsened by the moment. His brothers weren’t offering the help he’d hoped for. He should have known.
    Kol smiled and slid his glasses back into place. “I’m beginning to understand.”
    Chronos shook his head slowly, his grave expression unmistakable. He clasped Azrael’s shoulder. “Humans have no permanent place in our world, and we have only a brief place in theirs.”
    “At least not for more than a night or two.” Kol waggled his brows at Chronos.
    Idiot. And Chronos was just as bad. Azrael shrugged off his brother’s hand. “You’re both making assumptions based on your own weaknesses.
    Kol’s mouth thinned. “I have no weaknesses.” He jabbed his finger at Azrael and Chronos. “You want to talk weak? You two live like kings with your servants.”
    Chronos tossed his head in mock laughter. “Repurposed Shades do not a kingdom make.”
    Ignoring his brother’s comment, Kol focused on Azrael. “You want to trade scythes with me? Walk my path? I don’t think so. If I occasionally get some small pleasure with a willing woman it’s really none of your concern.”
    “Agreed.” Azrael’s ire cooled a bit. He had no desire to take on Kol’s desolate life. Vitus and the other servants may not be able to speak, but they were a form of company. Kol had no one.
    “I think you should have a dalliance, get this woman out of your system, then leave her alone. Of course, you’re free to make your own mistakes.” Chronos said.
    Kol folded his arms against his chest. “What he said. Stay away from her, or don’t, but don’t come crying to us when things hit the crapper.”
    “I don’t plan on crying to either of you about anything. And no one tells me what to do or how to conduct myself. Am I clear? Now, get out. Both of you.” Azrael turned toward the windows overlooking his perpetually twilight world. Why he’d thought his brothers would offer some help or insight, he didn’t know. As always, they were useless, treating him like a child in need of guidance, not a peer.