Erzulie had tried to be nice about this. Well, semi-nice. She had planned to lure Narcissus out on a date with her and then stab him when his back was turned. But he was as arrogant as his name implied, and so Erzulie Dantor was on the hunt now. Freda, her gentler side, had retreated into her, not wanting to deal with the blood.
All the better. Dantor preferred to work without distraction.
Erzulie glanced at the buildings around her. The other Greek, the one who had agreed to help get Echo's revenge, was lurking somewhere nearby. Apollo would help her finish Narcissus off, but for now, he was all Erzulie's. She grinned, teeth bright in the dark, and fell into step behind Narcissus.
"Sir?" she called out. "Sir, I think you dropped your wallet."