The Immortal's Hunger

What. An. Idiot.

Daghda chose archery, and the genii’s king lost. Badly. In a final stand that had been recorded in the blood of the fallen, the last of the giants had disappeared. Only their legend remained. Those rumored to have survived had been rendered mortal, their lifespans still far greater than a human but shortened all the same. So what could a genii want from a phoenix who had to be less than half his age...

Ashes.

Horror stole over her and her skin felt as if it shrank.

A female phoenix’s ashes were the key to immortality if a being knew how to harvest them. To get to the point of harvest typically involved murder and theft—of the phoenix’s life and ashes, respectively.

To kill any phoenix was nearly impossible, but the females were far more difficult to dispense than the males. Few knew the secret to forcing a member of the secretive race into irrevocable death. The phoenix had to take her life by removing her own heart. Once that happened, the heart had to be burned to ash. Those ashes could then be harvested. If a mortal tattooed her ashes over his own heart in the constellation symbol for the phoenix? The phoenix’s immortality transferred to the mortal and gave him what so many coveted. Immortality.

She had to get out of here. Now.

Ashley shot him a hard, hot look. “Timing?” Her smile was brittle. She’d expected to defend herself from her own tribe, not a damn genii. “Your timing sucks. I have a date tonight.”

“Whore.”

“Screw you and the hearse you’re about to ride out on.”

He rocked forward on the balls of his feet, arms loose, body ready. “I’ll take that which is my due.”

“Due? The only ones ‘due’ anything are the gods, and even their claims are debatable. You? You’re not even a minor deity in my handy little Book of Mythologies and Verses, so back the hell off.” She raised her hands in front of her, not in fear but to widen the fan of flames that ran from her elbows to her fingertips.

“I’ve hunted your kind for more than six centuries, aging a fraction every day as I sought to reclaim that which my father lost. I will return to the throne and see the genii recognized as the force they were meant to be.”

“Return to what throne? And whom do you truly think to rule? Your shadow? There aren’t enough of you to reestablish any type of kingdom without serious inbreeding.”

He only stared at her.

How the hell had she missed the fact Fergus was Other? She’d been a fool.

Shaking her head, she took one step aside, angling to get a better line on the front door. Distract him. “You’re sick and sodding mad to boot.”

That gave him pause, and he stopped to consider her. “I’ll draw together all those left, those Daghda abandoned, and I will see a new reign challenge the way of things.”

Ashley arched a brow. “I’m almost sorry about this, Fergus.”

The genii’s heavy brow furrowed. “Sorry that I’ll take your life?”

“No,” she said softly, her voice fading behind the wall of flames that erupted around her. “Sorry that I’ll be taking yours.”

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