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that’s easy,” Odin smiled back but his smile was more on the vicious side. “You kill her.”
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
       “ Do I even want to know?” Krystal picked up a horrendous peek-a-boo, black, strappy dress and glared at it. But she wasn’t talking about the dress.
      “ No, you don’t,” I continued our conversation about what I’d been up to lately. “It involves Chinatown and rats.” Okay, that was a bit misleading but I didn’t want to scare the shit out of her. “Just stay out of Chinatown for the next… well, until I tell you its safe.”
       Krystal was an Interior Designer who bought a lot of my paintings for her clientele. We'd become good friends when we discovered that we were both witches. Because of her witch status, I'd finally told her about my situation and, to my utter amazement, she hadn't laughed. Or called the looney bin to come pick up their missing patient. The friendship had only gotten stronger after that.
       “ Rats?” She scrunched up her nose. “No problem, I hate rats. You know I'm a cat lover.”
       “ Good. Brilliant,” I got in line behind a lady who looked liked she should be shopping at Chanel instead of Nordstrom Rack.
       My cart was full of shoes, clothing, and underwear. Dating a werewolf and a werelion could be hard on the wardrobe, so Trevor had handed me a bunch of cash that morning and told me to go crazy. You don’t have to tell me something like that twice.
       Even though I’m the bad-ass Godhunter -insert laughter here- I’m still a woman, and I enjoy being female. So the clothes were classy but very feminine, with only one pair of jeans in the bunch, and they were designer. My small bit of Japanese blood likes good quality; it’s just the rest of me doesn’t like paying a lot for it. Thus, I shop at Nordstrom Rack.
       We were nearing the counter, Krystal pushing her own heavily laden cart, when a flash of gold caught my eye. I looked up to see Anubis walk in the double doors, like a king strutting to his throne. Women gasped, men shuffled uncomfortably, and children started asking their mothers if they could go get an autograph.
       I just groaned.
       “ Whoa,” Krystal, it seemed, wasn’t immune to Anubis' charms either. “Do you think they’re filming a movie around here? Oh, or maybe he's some kind of foreign royalty.”
      “ Neither,” I shifted and tried to pretend I didn’t notice his entrance, “that’s Anubis.”
       “ Anubis?” Krystal was still adjusting to the fact that I battled gods as a hobby… and occasionally dated them. “The guy who abducted you and then fell in love with you?” She looked at me like I’d gone insane and started giving away all my Jimmy Choos. “And you didn't forgive him, why?”
       I sighed. I really didn’t want to rehash things and I really, really didn’t want to have to do it as the object of my hashing was strutting through Nordstrom Rack ruining my shopping spree. Things with Anubis were complicated, to put it lightly.
       “ He tortured me for over a month,” I tried to keep my voice low but the woman in front of us was lifting an eyebrow in my direction.
       “ Yeah, with sex ,” Krystal eyed Anubis' sleekly muscled form. “He can torture me whenever he wants.”
       Then he spotted me.
       “ Here he comes,” Krystal sighed, “Fuck, just look at the way he walks. That boy is sex on a stick.” Then she narrowed her gaze on me. “Didn’t he try to make things up to you?”
       “ Yeah but I'm with Trevor, who he almost killed by kidnapping me, I might add,” I started to pile my clothes on the counter, even though check-out had almost stilled to a stop because the salesgirl was gaping at my ex-jailor/torturer/lover, the God of the Dead.
       “ Vervain,” his rich scent snaked around me and swept through my head, like thick incense smoke. The gold flashed again, thick tubular beads strung through his glossy, obsidian hair; they