Disclaimer: Whatever belongs to Sherrilyn Kenyon sadly does not belong to me.
Preface
"Oh Christ," were the only words able to take form on Lokyri's lips as a glorified giant smurf, a Malachai with a face tattoo, and a Daimon-demigod with a thing for L'Oreal strode full-irate tilt into her office.
"Who blew up the world while I was on my coffee break?" She asked with an amused quirk of her eyebrow. The men passed around a scowl before Mr. Horny Smurf stepped forward determinedly.
"Lokyri, you are the Chthonian that presided over the Atlantean pantheon, correct?" The Atlantean inquired. Lokyri scoffed playfully,
"Was it the giant emblem on the floor, or the covert disappearing island that gave me away?" The Malachai and the Daimon chuckled. The other Chthonian gave an indignant huff.
"If you're done with the sarcastic comebacks, I'd like to get to the problem at hand." She turned her attention to the most tense of her three visitors.
"And what would that be?" He took a deep calming breath before he responded.
"The Atlantean pantheon is waking up."