"Styxx. It's been a while," said Dimitri Romanov.

"I need your help," Styxx said in a low voice.

"Prince of Didymos, asking for help? Never thought I'd see the day."

"Neither did I, believe me. Anyway. I have a woman here-"

Dimitri laughed. "A woman? Perhaps you are more like your brother than you think."

"Perhaps. I'm taking care of her for a while. Neither of us can leave."

"Oh?"

"Romanov, don't read into this," Styxx growled. "It's not what you think."

"And what do I think?" the Russian prince said, his voice light.

"Definitely not that she was raped," Styxx said.

"And the men?" Dimitri's voice was now cold and angry.

"Arrested, but not until after I'd beat them around a bit."

"Good man. And the lady?"

Styxx smiled fleetingly. "Sleeping."

"What do you need?"

Styxx grinned. He could always count on Dimitri. "Food. And check in on my clubs every now and again, if you could. The Daimons are all yours."

"Styxx, they've been all mine for the past month and a half."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Thanks, by the way."

"I'm not doing this for you, Greek. I'm doing this for the lady."

"You haven't even seen her."

"If she caught your eye, she's gotta be a looker."

Styxx shook his head. "Until next time, Dimitri."

"No problem, Styxx." The line went dead.

Styxx pocketed his phone and settled down. Just as he curled around Fancy, though, she sat bolt upright, screaming. "Shh, shh, Fancy, I'm right here."

Fancy glanced at him, he eyes wild. She bit off her scream, breaking down. "Oh, gods," she sobbed, falling into him. He pulled her close, letting her cry against him. She was still trembling, trying to stop but unable to. He held her tightly, soothing her as much as he could.

"I can't escape them," she whispered. "Gods, Styxx, I'm terrified."

"We'll stay here. Just the two of us. Sometimes Acheron, sometimes Soteria. We'll be safe, Fancy, I promise. Dimitri will make sure we get food coming." At the confused look from Fancy, he elaborated. "Dimitri Romanov. He's the Dark-Hunter on patrol here."

Fancy inhaled slowly. "Romanov… Russian Revolution, Romanov?"

Styxx nodded.

"I remember learning about him. Can I… meet him?"

"Certainly. He wants to see you too."

Fancy nodded, focusing on the prospect. "Keep talking," she whispered.

"Every night, we'll dine like royalty."

Fancy smiled.

"I can have clothes from wherever you wish of whatever type shipped here for you to try on, to wear, whenever you'd like. Anything you want, Fancy."

Fancy grinned. "Perhaps I can put on a little show for you, lover."

Styxx laughed softly. "Perhaps." He stroked her hair. "We'll escape to our own little realm. Just us. No one can interrupt us. We will be safe and secure."

Fancy smiled softly, her eyes sliding closed. "I'd like that," she whispered. She let out a soft sigh and drifted off to sleep.