Dustin, the White God's chief assassin and commander of the western hemisphere, awoke in a cold sweat with his heart racing.
"Dustin," came his low bark.
"Just fight, Dustin," the Grey God said in a hushed voice.
Laney, tell Dustin what's going on.
"Dustin says …" "… women are the true scourge of mankind.
If there's one thing that drives Dustin crazy, it's being kept in the dark.
Dustin was lean and handsome with clear, cool blue eyes and sharp, angular features.
"Better circumstances this time around," Dustin said with a glance at her.
"It's a pleasure, ikira," Dustin said and held out his hand to her, palm up.
Dustin assessed her in silence for a few seconds, and she had the feeling his sharp gaze missed nothing.
"Good. Looking forward to Christmas," Dustin replied.
"Good presents," Dustin clarified.
Dustin didn't look like the kind of man who would like anything, let alone presents.
Dustin began sorting through them.
"Oracles do many things, but this is one of them," Dustin responded.
"Then we take them out back and—" Dustin ran his finger across his throat.
Her eyes slid to Dustin as she tried to reconcile the executioner with the man who liked presents.
Damian and Dustin appeared deep in discussion as she approached.
"Ikira," Dustin said, breaking away.
"Only because of my efforts," Dustin said with an edge that warned her not to laugh.
Dustin looked at her then tossed a look over his shoulder at Damian before directing her away.
She stood beside Dustin on one side of the entrance while Damian and Claire assumed the other.
"Be strong, kiri," Dustin said without looking at her.
Dustin escorted the man into the mansion, and Pierre wrapped an arm around her as she sagged.
Dustin returned for her.
Dustin sat beside her.
She heard Dustin order Pierre out before he approached her.
He was accompanied by Dustin and two other men, one she knew as Sasha, a man who'd struck her with his devotedness to his family, and Levi, a man who'd been present in many of his pre-Schism memories.