Free Wave of Memories: The Sons of the Zodiac by Addison Fox Page B

deep inside of her. The place where she buried all the worst parts of who she was. “Tyrus used us and he used who I am against me.”
    “And you gave him that power.”
    “Yes, I did.”
    Meg stood and crossed the room to her discarded clothing. With quick movements, she shucked the T-shirt and began to dress.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Getting it back. He said he’d find me, wherever I was, after forty-eight hours. I’m going to go meet him.”
    Aidan reached for his own discarded jeans. “Not alone, you’re not.”
    “This isn’t your battle to wage, Aidan.”
    “It’s as much mine as it is yours.”
    *  *  *
    Tyrus had been right, Eris thought reflectively as she paced the length of the hotel suite. The Destroyers had never returned with any sign of Meg and she could only assume they’d been handled. Enyo would be pissed, but when wasn’t her sister fuming and ranting over something.
    She glanced at her watch once more and fought the rising unease brewing in her stomach.
    Dragging her hands through her hair, she wondered when she’d gone soft. Was it something she needed to lay at Rogan’s feet?
    Or had it started before the two of them started burning up the sheets, and Rogan was simply a handy excuse?
    Even this little op. Sure, she was anxious to give Meg a taste of her own medicine, but now that the moment was here, she couldn’t really say she cared all that much.
    For years, she’d taken great pride in her work. As the goddess of discord she had fun weaving her webs and working her cons.
    But something wasn’t gelling.
    A heavy thud sounded outside the hotel room door and she glanced up, drawn from her thoughts. The door swung open, slamming on its hinges as Tyrus stumbled through, a woman in his arms.
    “What is this?”
    Tyrus looked up, a bright gleam flashing in his dark eyes. “Bait.”
    The discomfort she’d felt earlier—hell, the nagging feeling she always had when she was with him—coalesced into something solid and hard in the pit of her stomach. “What do you mean, bait? Who’s this woman, Tyrus?”
    “She’s a worthless whore, but she’s also the insurance Meg will show up, just as planned.”
    He tossed the semi-conscious woman onto the bed. Mascara had run down the woman’s face, forming dark, black circles under her eyes and her frame was gaunt and skinny, evidence of some very abusive choices.
    Eris crossed to her when the woman moaned with a harsh, guttural cry of pain, but Tyrus moved into her line of vision. “Nope. Sit down.”
    She fought the hitch in her stomach and forced as much disdain into her tone as she could. “Excuse me?”
    “New rules, honey. Take a seat and let me explain.”
    Before she could do anything further, a large knife gleamed in the soft glow of the hotel room lamps, the point perilously close to her throat.
    “Don’t make me ask you again.”

CHAPTER NINE
    Meg and Aidan didn’t have to wait long. A messenger had arrived on the front step of the brownstone, completely unaware of the contents of the package he delivered. They’d both known questioning him would only raise undue suspicion, so Aidan had accepted the parcel and sent him on his way with a big tip.
    The simple package now lay on the counter, as she and Aidan circled around it. Along with a lock of dark hair that ensured Meg would have no doubt indentifying the sender, the enclosed note named of one of New York’s finest hotels as the site of Tyrus’s proposed showdown.
    “He can’t possibly want all those bystanders around. The first rule of immortality is to avoid detection.”
    “He has nothing to lose,” Aidan muttered as he flipped the note over in his hands. “Absolutely nothing.”
    “How did he know we were here?”
    “Because he’s made it his business to know everything about you. You think this just started a few weeks ago?”
    “Of course not, but—” Meg broke off, knowing it was useless.
    “We don’t advertise where we are, but our home’s