“Honeys, I’m home,” a scratchy masculine voice rasped sarcastically. No. I didn’t blink. Didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. The newcomer’s cloaked head brushed across the ceiling. He was tall and wide, rivaling both Achilles and Augustus for size. “Well,” he chuckled darkly. “This looks cozy.” Please God, kill me. Do it fast. Kharon—the Hunter, one of two Chthonic heirs in the world, the son of Artemis and Erebus, the half creature, the murderer of Christos—pulled off his dark creature hood.
