Prologue

Rafe sprawled across the black leather chair, one foot propped against the edge of the natural stone coffee table. He eyed the other occupant of the opulent library in disbelief. “You’ve got to be joking.”

Mammon extended his magnificent indigo wings. A clear insult, even after all this time, but Rafe refused to rise to the challenge. After all, it had been almost a century since Rafe had lost his wings in an ill-advised wager with one of the Sirens. And while the subsequent fuck had been mind-blowing, it hardly compared with losing his bloody wings.

“The humans are pissing me off.” Mammon undulated his wings, each feather shimmering with its own iridescent glow. Rafe tightened his grip around the Waterford crystal glass and resisted the urge to sling the contents in Mammon’s perfectly sculpted face.

It would be a criminal waste of two hundred year-old whiskey.

“So what else is new?” He swallowed the priceless spirit and savored the way it scorched his throat and heated his stomach. “Humans were created with the sole intention of pissing us off.”

Mammon paced across the illegally acquired semi-sentient rug, then paused in front of the custom built fireplace. “The fucking gods are pissing me off as well.”