Damon stands outside the grand green lady, the Wendigo Residence Inn.
He's alone, at least so it seems. Convenient fog from various storm gods cloak the rest of us. Marduk will probably see through the illusion in no time, but we don't need to stay in hiding for a thousand years. Just long enough to spring the trap.
Damon holds Jocelyn's arm. She appears just like Tina, right down to her youthful expression.
Crouching near me, Daji leans in and whispers to me, "I'm not sure, if you did that to me, that I wouldn't kill you and mount you on my wall."
"Then be grateful you're not the one who has to play nice with him."
A long pause as she thinks that over. "I'm married to you. That's enough to be grateful for. And for the record, I can do my duty when I have to."
"And I'm happy you're not her." I stroke her fox ears, velvety under my touch.
Dad grumbles, "This is no time for all that. OW! Davina!"
