What Not to Do (Kallisti)

[Zephyr]

There were many faces on the watch list here. Zef was only concerned about one. But when the other made his display right in the middle of the club Zef's kill or be killed instinct took over. She reached for her gun that was conveniently left in place. Did they not care about firearms? Or maybe they did. But her hand bumped the table when she reached for it and the glasses on the table rattled and her glass fell to the floor in a barely audible crash.

The show was still going like nothing was happening. As Zef looked around no one noticed. No one cared. All eyes were set on the stage in front where more power flung around than Zef could imagine. There was no way one man could do all that. Maybe the Ascendancy himself -- he had changed the building into the monument that stared them down every time the went past the Baccarat to check on the rebuilding process. Money must be good to have. But it would still be a while before the Atharim had their home again.

Zef was right, she'd never hunted a god like Durante. The world was better off with him dead -- men like that will corrupt with their power. She knew this god needed to be dead, but...

She looked back and the pull of the power in the crowd was gone, and her eyes scanned the room for the culprit. She had to know where he was -- that was a danger she didn't want at her back -- not ever.