I turn back to Syntyche. “Thank you.” She dips her head slightly. “I anticipate more polite prayers from you in the future. Or from your mortal matches. Some of their prayers have amused me.” When her dark gaze moves to Everett, he turns redder than I’ve ever seen him and covers his face. What is she talking about? I ask only him. Nothing. But feel free to reap my soul to make this moment end sooner.
