A cool breeze flutters the curtain. The midafternoon sky has turned dark; thunder rumbles in the distance. This is his brother’s time. But the brother is dead.
Lightning crashes and Summanus appears at the front door.
I wait on the other side. My hand hesitates. Around all others, I am easily able to disguise my feelings and thoughts. I cannot hide anything from Summanus; he sees into my mind. He watches the machinations tick and whirl.
Or, at least, he used to.
I open the door. Summanus has his fist lifted to knock again; his dark eyes meet mine and he unfurls his fist. He cups my cheek gently, stroking his thumb along my cheekbone.
The tenderness is entirely unexpected. The god of night lightning has never been known for being affectionate.
“You’ve sent your minions away, Euryale. You did not wish for them to hear you come undone beneath me, hmm?”
I recoil instantly. “Shay and Thira had business to attend to on my behalf. Exactly what business is none of yours, so please do not ask.”
Summanus raises a dark brown eyebrow and lets his hand fall. “Invite me in, my love. Lest I stand in this wretched rain forever and catch a chill. You wouldn’t want that, now, would you?”
I roll my eyes. The rain has not touched his human vessel. I stand aside and let him enter. He kicks off his boots an I close and lock the door. The magickal wards will be ineffective while he is here.
A chance I take only when a god visits, I assure you.