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The last thing you'd imagine Earth's General having is an identity crisis, let alone in the middle of an interstellar war, but for General Avalyn Concerto she begs to differ.
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Ava chuckled. This was insane. Ludicrous. Absurd. And yet, she couldn't stop laughing. She lost her mind. Fluidly, she picked up the glass of purple wine. Its strong raspberry scent intoxicated the air before she took the first sip.
"Me? The god of death?" Ava said. "That is the most cliche thing I have ever heard."
Zephyrus smiled, conniving as they came. "Sometimes life can be a cliche."
The way he said life sounded like he was referring to the god and not life itself.
She took a long sip, contemplating. This time chunks of fruit burned her throat with its potency. "I'll admit. I may have danced with death too many times, but to actually be the god of death just sounds so absurd. It feels too easy. Too—"
"Simple?" He cut into his rare meat, slicing carefully and with surgical precision. Raw juice marinated the plate. "I must say, it's quite refreshing for someone to question me. It's a trait I've missed for centuries."
"Come visit Earth sometime. You'll receive tons of questions, and possibly room and board if you're lucky." Gregori would kill this man without batting an eye. Yes, Zephyrus could be a great pawn to barter with Primordial, but considering how dangerous he was, the bastard was better off dead.
Zephyrus set his utensils on the plate and picked up his wine glass. He swirled it around, his palm suffocated its large bowl. When Ava expected a whirlwind counter-argument, his penetrating gaze settled elsewhere.
"Prince Mikaela," he stated. "Maybe you can indulge Avalyn and tell her what you know about the god weapons. I'm sure she would love to learn how Amaranthine has been secretly tracking and keeping tabs on all the gods."
Mika sat taller, stiffer, not letting his air of royalty crack under Zephyrus' pressure nor Ava's cold, hard stare. "That's not my area of interest."
He didn't deny it. Very surprising. Even faced with this dilemma he was willing to be honest in front of the enemy. His honesty will one day be his downfall.
"Though the same cannot be said for Darious and Prince Marcoussis," Zephyrus said, peaking Ava's ears and pricking her heart. "Your grandfather sent them to Earth specifically to research Avalyn's oddity, using these new guardians as a cover."
She gripped the bowl even tighter. "What is he talking about?"
Zephyrus raised his glass. Not long after, one of the few men in blue refilled it with more purple wine. "The King of Amaranthine would never send his only heirs to the middle of a war zone without an ulterior motive."
What exactly does he have up his sleeve?
Ava took another long sip, drowning her taste buds until she got a buzz going. Mika eyed her all the while. "It seems we've strayed from the topic," Zephyrus said. "What will it take for you to believe you're the god of death?"
