Styxx led Fancy back into the house. "I'll let you get some sleep, then."
"You aren't going to 'work' tonight?" she asked teasingly as they walked up to her room.
"Not tonight," he responded, his lips twisting into a smile. "I need to speak with someone."
Fancy nodded, resting against the doorjamb. "Thanks, Styxx. I don't know what I did, but you're a godsend." She turned to go into her room. Styxx started walking down the hall to his room, but paused when she called his name. He walked back to her door.
A mischievous smile spread across her lips seconds before she took his face in her hands and kissed him blind. "I mean it. You're amazing." She flashed an impish grin at him before closing the door.
Styxx walked back to his room in a daze. It took him a few minutes to clear his head. He shook his head firmly before calling Acheron.
Acheron appeared before him as a shade, his arms crossed over his chest. "I have things to do right now, Styxx," he growled in their native Greek. "What do you need?"
Styxx took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I need to know about a girl named Fancy. I need to know what her future is like."
Ash frowned, confused by his brother's actions. "Fancy?" He asked. He quickly listened to Styxx's thoughts and found out who the girl was. Her fate wasn't tied to Styxx's yet, so he could get a fairly clear reading. "She's going to want to return to her apartment tomorrow. In about a week's time, she's going to protect a young girl she'd taken in and be killed in the process. The other girls she lives with will call the police on them, and her friend… Boo?… will seek you out to see if you could help with funeral plans. They'll want to give her a proper send off because of all the things she's done for them."
"And if I refuse to let her go?"
"She'll take off with your Mustang, hold it for ransom, and if you pay, she's going to invest the money in a bank under Boo's name and still be killed. If you don't pay, she's going to sell it for as much as she can get it for, which will be barely enough to pay off their debts and food for a night. She'll still be killed."
Styxx paused in thought. "And if I let the girls come here? If I give them lodgings and money for school, and give them real jobs at my clubs?"
Acheron solidified, surprise in his silver eyes. "You would do that?"
"For Fancy, I would."
Ash nodded his head. "You have changed." He shrugged. "Then I can't tell you exactly what will happen, save for the fact the two of you will have very tightly woven fates, which probably means she'll become part of the family." He held out his hand, and a small bag coalesced in his open palm. He held it out for Styxx to take. "If you choose that route, then you had better call Soteria and I immediately so we can meet her."
Styxx opened the bag. He grinned at Acheron. "Thank you, brother." He closed the bag and tucked it into his nightstand.
Acheron manifested a few wads of cash as well. "And this goes to Fancy and her friends. They have quite a bit of debt that their time on the streets can't quite cover. Pay it off."
Styxx nodded, and Acheron disappeared. As Styxx started preparing for bed, He heard Acheron's voice in his head. "If you're going to make that choice, I suggest you make it quick. You have seven days before Fancy's fated death. I can't help you with this, Styxx. You have to changer her fate on your own."
Styxx frowned at the cryptic words. How can I convince Fancy to move her friends here within a week?
