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“As is her father.” Symfora cradled her with the love he wanted his girl to know. “So what are we to call her?”


“Bet’anya.”


Symfora arched a brow at that. “House of Misery?”


“She is to be your goddess of misery and wrath, is she not?”


“Indeed.” She glanced down at her daughter and offered a rare smile. “But I shall call you Bethany, little one.”


Set cringed at the name that was almost identical to Aricles’s nickname for her. Symfora could use it if she chose to, but he would never call her by the name her husband had given her. She would always be his precious Bet.


He took her small, fragile hand into his. I hope I haven’t harmed you, daughter. Because of the Source powers they’d used for her birth, Bet only had half her heart.


The other half lay with her Aricles and wouldn’t return to her until he did.


You better find her, you bastard.


Otherwise, Set would rain a wrath down on this world that would make Bathymaas’s seem merciful. But in his heart, he knew true love when he saw it.


Come what may, Aricles would find and reunite with his Bathymaas. And no matter what powers sought to divide them, Set held no doubt that they would one day be together again…


Read more about Bathymaas and Aricles in Styxx.


PHANTOM LOVER


1


“Men are the scourge of the universe. I say we line them all up along the highway and then mow them down with big trucks.” Chrissy paused as her light blue eyes widened with a new thought. “No, wait. Steamrollers! Yeah, let’s steamroll them all until they’re nothing more than slimy wet spots on the road.”


Arching a brow at the rancor, Erin McDaniels looked up from her desk to see her co-worker Chrissy Phelps gripping the edge of Erin’s tan cubicle wall. The large brunette’s eyes were flashing mad and Chrissy had the look of a woman one step away from the edge.


“Having trouble with the boyfriend again, eh, Chrissy?”


“Actually, it’s my younger brother who has me ticked, but since you brought up the boyfriend thing, take my advice: Be the black widow. Find a guy, have fun with him, then eviscerate him in the morning before he can brag about it to his friends.”


“Okay,” Erin said stretching the word out. “I think someone needs a time-out.”


“Someone needs a two-month vacation in the Bahamas without her boyfriend along.” Chrissy’s eyes brightened. “Oooh, hey, sex camp. Yeah. That’s the ticket. We need to start a sex camp where women can tell their hubbies they’re going to a fat farm and instead of the boot camp diet with Nazi dieticians, they go to the beach and have hot men treat them like goddesses!”


Erin laughed.


“No, I’m serious. We’d be rich.”


Erin laughed even harder. “You’d better get back to work before Lord King Bad Mood catches you over here again.”


“Yeah, I know. See, proves my point. All men should be shot.”


Erin was still laughing as Chrissy returned to her desk. Two seconds later, Chrissy was back, peeking over the cube wall again. “Hey, are you still having those nightmares?”


Erin’s humor fled as she remembered the horrendous nightmare she’d had last night where she’d been cornered in a dark cave by an unseen force that seemed to want to feed off her terror. For the last three weeks she’d barely slept a wink. Her exhaustion was getting so bad that she was even having dizzy spells.


“Yes,” Erin said.


“Did that medicine the doctor gave you help?”


“No. If anything, I think it made the dreams worse.”


“Oh, man, I’m sorry.”


Erin was, too. She’d hoped for at least one good night’s sleep. But that no longer seemed possible.


Their boss’s door opened.


Chrissy dodged off as their rotund, militant boss left his office in a huff and headed toward the coffeepot with his extra large coffee mug in hand. Oh, yeah, like that man needed any more caffeine to add to his jittery crankiness.


Erin sighed as John filled his mug to the brim and her thoughts turned back to her nightmares.


Honestly, she no longer knew what to do about them. They were just so bizarre, and every night the dreams seemed to worsen. At the rate she was going, she figured she’d be a raving lunatic by the end of the month.


Rubbing her eyes, she focused on her computer screen. She had to get her marketing report in by Friday, but all she really wanted to do was sleep.


In the back of her mind she kept seeing that huge, snarling monster that came for her. Hearing him call her name as he reached his taloned hand out, trying to claim her. Like some bad horror movie, the scenes kept haunting her, whispering through her thoughts during any unguarded moment.


Shaking her head, she dispelled the images and focused on her computer screen. But as she read, Erin felt her eyelids getting heavy again. She blinked fast and widened her eyes in an effort to stay awake.


Marketing report, marketing report…


Oh, yeah, like that was a good way to stay awake. Why not down a couple of sleeping pills and drink a glass of warm milk while she was at it?


What she needed was more caffeine, and since she couldn’t stand coffee, she’d have to go to the Coke machine. Maybe the walk down the hall would help revive her, too.


She slid her chair back and opened her desk drawer to get her change, then rose to her feet.


As soon as she was upright, a strange buzzing began in her head. The world tilted.


And in one heartbeat everything went black and her body froze…


Erin felt herself falling down a deep, dark hole. All around her, winds rushed and howled in her ears, sounding like huge, frightening beasts trying to shred her.


They were hungry. They were desperate, and they wanted her.


They whispered her name on breaths of fire. Told her they waited only for her.


Not again! She couldn’t take any more of this horrible nightmare.


Wake up, wake up!


But she couldn’t.


Erin reached out to grab anything in the darkness to stop herself from falling. There was nothing to hold on to. Nothing to save her.


“Help!” she screamed, knowing it was futile but needing to try.


Still, she fell.


She didn’t stop falling until she reached the cavern she knew all too well. Dark and dank, it smelled of rotting decay. She heard the hissing and screams, the absolute agony of souls in torment.


Run away!


Her heart pounded as she stumbled in the dark, over the rough floor that seemed to grab on to her feet with rocky fingers as she tried to find an exit. She struggled to see, but the oppressive darkness wouldn’t let her. All it did was stab at her eyes like tiny needles.


She reached out with her hands and touched a slimy wall that slithered and moved under her fingers. Disgusting though it was, at least it gave her some support, something tangible that might lead her home.


And she had to find a way home. The frightened voice in her head told her that if she didn’t get out of this now, she’d never be able to escape it.


Panicked, she saw a dim light flickering up ahead. She ran toward it as fast as her legs would carry her.


The light. It would save her. She was sure of it.


She ran into a large cave where the light was shining over the veined and broken walls that oozed some kind of gelatinous muck. The smell of sulphur burned her nose and the screams grew louder.


Erin skidded to a halt. If she had been terrified before, it was nothing compared to what she felt now.


The dragonlike monster, with shimmery blood red scales and jet-black wings, rose up in front of her, snarling. His long teeth snapped as he eyed her hungrily.


He moved closer to her, lulling her with his eerie silver-blue eyes. Eyes that seemed to see more than just her physical self. It was as if they saw all the way into her mind, her soul.


And she knew the beast wanted her. That he longed to possess her with a fevered madness.


Oh God, this was it. The beast was here to take her. To consume her.


There was no escape.


Erin stumbled back, toward the entrance. She wouldn’t just lie down and die. It wasn’t in her. She was a fighter. And she would fight until the last breath left her body.


Turning around, she ran to the opening, but before she could escape, it closed up, sealing her in.


“You’re not going to leave me so soon, Erin,” the scaly dragon lisped, his talons scraping the floor as he drew closer. “I need the light inside you. Your thoughts. Your feelings. Your goodness. Come to me, and let me feel the warmth of you wash over me.”


He lunged for her.


Erin closed her eyes and imagined a sword in her hands to fight him.


She got a tree limb. Not her weapon of choice, but it was better than nothing. She swung it at him, catching him hard across the face.


Laughing, he shook his scaly head as if he didn’t feel the blow at all. “Such spirit. Such intelligence and ingenuity. And you wonder why I want you so. Show me more, Erin. Show me what else you can come up with.”


She forced him to step back while she wielded her tree limb. It was a stupid weapon, but it was all she had for the moment.


As if growing bored, the dragon jerked the limb from her hands. “I want your mind, Erin. I want to feel your fear of me.”


He moved even closer.


Before the beast could reach her, a bright light flashed between them, stinging her eyes even more. It grew in intensity until it appeared brighter than the sun. When it finally faded, it revealed another monster.


Erin swallowed in terror. Why couldn’t she control this dream? Ever since she’d been a child, she’d been able to wish herself out of bad dreams. But for some reason, she had no control in these nightmares.


It was as if something other than her was directing them. As if she were nothing more than a marionette whose strings were being pulled by the monster.


The newest monster appeared in the form of a giant snake. Only in place of a head, she had a woman’s upper body. Her scaly green complexion looked craggy, and her bluish eyes glowed.


The she-snake slithered toward her, smiling a fanged smile as she raked her eerie gaze over Erin’s body. “What a tasty little morsel she is.”