In the middle of brooding over my current situation, which, to be honest, was a constant state lately, I heard a persistent knocking at the door. I was not in the mood for company, but the knock persisted, so I reluctantly shifted my enlarged body from its uncomfortable position to answer it.
A man called out my chosen human name, “Dezi Pater?” I frowned, wondering who could be looking for me. I wasn’t expecting anyone, so apprehension gripped me regarding opening the door. But my curiosity got the better of me and I finally cracked it enough to see a well-dressed man standing there, along with someone I recognized from my past.
After a moment, I realized the unknown man was dressed in a DPAA standard suit. Wonderful. I should have known the Department of Paranormal Activities and Affairs would come snooping around.
What surprised me was the man with him. Prince Cathán, the last Son of Danu on the Earthen plane. He had been a key ingredient in the plan to free Na’ahmeh. The fact he’d dare present himself to me again shocked me. I would have figured he’d be somewhere wallowing in shame. Or perhaps something worse.
“King Mammon,” Agent Sun said, with a nod. “My apologies for disturbing you. My name is Agent Sun, I’m—”
“With the DPAA. I could tell from the suit. What brings you by Agent Sun?” I replied coolly, trying to hide my surprise at their arrival. I wanted to know how they found me here more than why they were at my door.
“We need to talk,” he said, and pushed his way past me into the room.
I stood there, seething at his boldness. Who did he think he was, barging into my room uninvited? But I didn’t want to cause a scene, so I reluctantly let him in, shooting a sidelong glance at Cathán, who looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
