"Damn women."
They were quiet, watching the siblings talk. Both were dressed in black, the Black God pale and stoic and Bianca smiling sadly while a stiff breeze whipped her curls around.
Her brother was alive. It was something. That he was the Black God was another issue he and Damian didn't know what to do with. Jule would remember the last Black God's transition, but Czerno had been the Black God since long before Damian's birth.
"We're going on vacation. I left you a mess to clean up in Ohio," he said.
"The whole world saw that go down," Damian said with a sidelong look at him. "You could blame the explosions and shit down here on the hurricane. A little harder in Ohio."
"Just one massive gas leak," he said with a shrug. "Shit happens." He slapped the White God on the arm and moved towards the two figures, holding his arms out to the side of his body to keep the vamps across the cemetery from blasting him.
The Black God turned at his approach. Jonny's brown eyes, now black, traveled past Dusty to Damian. He gave a nod of greeting, then spun on his heel and strode towards the awaiting vamps.
Dusty gave Bianca a moment. She knelt beside her father's grave to place flowers, then rose and turned. Her smile lit up his day. Her eyes were watery, and she crossed to him, sinking into his arms. He breathed in her familiar scent, her curls tickling his face.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she whispered.
"Let's go home, kiri," he replied.
She took his hand. They walked towards the White God and the Guardians. Dusty felt the Black God's piercing gaze on him.
Good-bye, Jonny.
War of Gods Series
Damian's Oracle, Book I
Damian's Assassin, Book II
Damian's Immortal, Book III
The Grey God, Book IV