BOOK TWO Gods Of Desterrados: Prophecy of Polynesian Realm I

Sire

Hecate was training the civilians in Amsterdam when she met up with Katia.

The facility was the original bunker her former team was stationed at before Castor and Nia overtook the compound. 

The devastation to the quarters was ransacked and unrecoverable after the explosion, however, Katia's people were able to re-stock and reconstruct the facility on the same grounds.

This was the same place I last held Ares and had a husband, she thought sorrowfully. 

But Hecate shook off the thoughts just as quickly.

"Did you retrieve Nia's body so we can complete the ritual?"

"We're headed to ICC. She's in storage, and apparently, the operation was aware she was needed," Hecate responded. 

"Interrogations haven't been working in your favor lately, have they Katia?" droned Novio.

Novio was getting a manicure and was arrogant enough to have his ridiculous looking throne shipped to the facility.

Before Katia could respond, Castor showed up with an older man Hecate had never met before.

Castor's eyes met Hecate's lustfully and she secretly cringed knowing what he wanted to do.

Jesus, does this man ever give his dick a rest?

"Weren't you supposed to show up last week?" inquired Novio.

Even though Novio's demeanor displayed his customary expression of disinterest, Hecate couldn't help but notice the slight fear in his eyes when he spotted the man's arrival.

"I noticed your people haven't gotten much done since the last time I visited, so I figured I'd give you some time to rectify this issue. Unfortunately, my assumptions were incorrect. I see your obvious inadequacies are still a disappointment to me."

"It's already been taken care of and we are setting up a meeting with Murphy, but—"

"His matters are of no concern to me, so you can spare me the impertinent information, Katia. Do I have to enlist the assistance of Rotan and Samson?"

"No, sire. That will not be necessary. But Murphy has a direct link to the other realm," stated Katia, clearly afraid at that point.

Sire?

The man then turned his sights to Hecate and she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread in the man's stare.

He walked up to Hecate and grasped her hand, kissing it softly.

"So you are the beautiful Hecate, daughter of Fuego. It is indeed a pleasure to finally be of your acquaintance."

His hand gripped hers firmly as if wanting to possess her. Hecate noticeably shivered immediately. There was something eerily wicked about him.

He held a commanding presence and his fierce deathly brown eyes, which almost appeared black, flashed with a certain malevolence. It was as if he were attempting to look into her soul.

The man grinned with amusement. But there was a momentary pause before he continued on.

Hecate seemed to notice Castor's jealous stare behind him, but the Kiln twin resisted to comment on the man's close proximity to her.

"I'm sorry. It was rude of me to not provide a name before I so rudely came upon you, child."

The man's stare was still boring into her soul. And she forced herself to look away.

Is that arousal I sense? No, I am NOT going to travel down that path.

The man chuckled and finally released her hand to Hecate's relief as if reading her mind.

She finally found the courage to meet his dark eyes once again. His salt and pepper hair almost looked luminescent, and his tanned skin with sharp features also appeared aged and ancient.

To Hecate's surprise, the man embraced her and whispered softly in her ear. She cringed again.

"My name is Dios, and your father was my twin brother, Jose Flores."