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back to our hiding place. “Now what?” Talbot whispered.
    “We wait.”
    I had almost dozed off when Talbot nudged me. “We’ve got company.”
    Hooded figures filled the room.
    We watched as the disciples slowly approached the altar one by one, and then, just as Bernie had, each one disappeared until the room was empty except for Talbot and me.
    “Should we follow them?”
    “We’d be outnumbered,” I said. “Let’s get out of here.”
    Back in the Caddy, Talbot turned to me. “Now what?”
    “Now I check back with the Fates to see what they say.” I wasn’t looking forward to telling Morta that her mortal enemy had her daughter.

Chapter Eleven
    I wanted to catch Morta alone, so I got to Parsi Enterprises early the next morning. Nona was still in a fog and I loathed Deci, so Morta was my only chance at getting some answers.
    Trevor was playing guard dog in front of her closed office door. Or maybe he was eavesdropping.
    Even from where I stood, I heard raised voices.
    “Heard anything juicy?” I asked.
    Trevor stepped away from the door and crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s in a meeting.”
    “Too bad,” I replied.
    I didn’t wait for his response, but pushed my way through.
    “You’re not going to believe what I found out,” I said.
    “I’m in a meeting,” Morta snapped. My aunt had the same high cheekbones as my mother, but where my mother’s hair had been a soft brown, there was nothing soft about Morta, not even her hair. It was the color of burnished steel and was cut at sharp angles.
    “So I heard.” I smirked at her until I realized who was sitting in her comfortable guest chair. Sean Danvers. The golf-loving necromancer who Jenny had briefly dated to try to get over Gaston.
    He wasn’t bad-looking, tan and fit, but his skin carried an oily film of evil. Or maybe it was his pungent cologne that left the residue.
    “What are you doing here?” My surprise made me ruder than usual.
    He stood and smiled pleasantly. “I was just leaving.” He picked up a grocery bag the right size to contain a six-pack. I should know. I’d bet money the bag contained what looked like innocuous orange soda but was, in reality, ambrosia.
    Then to Morta, he said, “You’ll consider my proposal?”
    She gave a curt nod. “Now if you’ll excuse us?” Her smile was pleasant, but her tone implied Don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out .
    “Good day, Ms. Foley. Mr. Fortuna.” His smile was robotic, like he’d programmed it into his hard drive but had no idea what it was supposed to do for him.
    It sounded weird to hear him address my aunt as anything other than Fate, but she didn’t seem to mind. Why were the Fates giving Danvers a free sample of their ambrosia? The formula was gone, missing since Sawyer’s death. What did Danvers have on them that they’d be willing to break into their limited stock?
    “I’ll walk you to the elevator,” my aunt said. “As long as my nephew can manage to stay out of trouble for five minutes.”
    I gave her a sunny smile. “I’ll try.” After they left, I took a seat in Morta’s chair, knowing it was going to irritate her.
    Trevor bustled in with a pot of black coffee and some Tums. The breakfast of champions.
    He slammed the tray down with more force than necessary. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “I have more right to be here than you.”
    “Quit bullying the help, son of Fortuna,” My aunt said.
    “I’ve been called a lot of things before, most of them by you,” I said. “But I’ve never been called a bully before.”
    “Then don’t act like one,” she said.
    I felt a twinge of shame. I didn’t like Trevor, even though I had absolutely no reason. “Sorry,” I said to him.
    “Apology accepted,” he said. “Now I better get back to the phones.”
    “What did Danvers want?” I asked, once Trevor was out of earshot.
    “He wants to invest in Parsi Enterprises,” she said carefully.