Dev lifted one brow. "The Greek god of the Underworld?"
She nodded. "In plain sight on the banks of the Champs-Elysees--that's French for the Elysian Fields"--Duh, he knew that. He'd just temporarily forgotten it.--"which is in the Underworld, also known as Hades. The Underworld has five rivers running through it. I assume one of them has the banks where the girdle is kept."
That did make more sense than what he'd been thinking and if it was in the Underworld, there would most likely be a freak whirlwind and other hazards. "What about the rest of the riddle?"
"They must be clues we'll find once we're there. But you'll need me to translate them."
Dev snorted. Yeah, 'cause he was too illiterate to figure it out.
And he still wasn't sold on taking her with him. Her safety would be a big distraction for him...as would the fact that right now all he could really think about was kissing her--once he choked her.
Hard to think straight when her mere presence, even non-corporeal, gave him a flaming hard-on.
"Couldn't we have taken Ethon and used him to decipher it?" he mumbled under his breath.
Sam grinned. "Ethon's not as cute."
Yeah, but if Ethon died, Dev really wouldn't care. Hell, he might even offer him up as a sacrifice if they needed one.
Which begged the next question he asked her and Fang. "So how do we get to Hades, anyway?"
They exchanged a confused stare.
Dev cursed as a wave of nausea went through him over that look. So much for all their bravado. "You don't know. Miss I'm-Greek-and-know-my-legends, you don't have a clue, do you?"
She made a face at him. "I have a clue. The Underworld is located beyond the western horizon. Odysseus reached it by sailing from Circe's Island."
Dev was impressed. Maybe they stood a chance after all. "Which is where?"
She bit her lip before she answered in a low tone. "It kind of sank and was lost. No one's sure where it was anymore."
So much for being useful. Dev let out a short "heh" sound. "That's what I thought. We're in the deep end with cinder-block shoes chained on our feet and no bolt cutter." He went to the desk and picked up his phone.
Sam moved to stand right behind him. "What are you doing?"
"I'm using my help line to call in the one real expert on this subject."
Sam widened her eyes. "Artemis?"
Dev would have laughed, but he knew better. It would only offend her and if she ever made it back into her body, she'd exact revenge on him for it--and she wouldn't be naked when she did it. "I don't think she'd take my call." He paused as his expert picked up. "Hey Ash...I have a situation here."
After Dev had explained what was going on, Ash manifested into the room between him and Fang. He leveled a killing glare at Sam before he swept them with the same chilling look. "Are you people out of your ever-lovin' minds?"
Dev gave the collective answer. "Yes." He glanced over to Sam. "But at least me and Fang are still in our bodies." He jerked his head toward Sam. "Unlike some people I can name."
Ash growled deep in his throat as he held his finger up and kept a silent beat with it that made Dev think he was counting to ten before he spoke again. The look on his face said he was trying not to break Atlantean all over them. "At least the Daimons won't get you there. Other demons and gods might eat all your entrails, but your souls are safe." His attention went to Sam. "You I expected better of." He turned his swirling silver gaze to Dev and Fang. "You two not so much."
Dev shrugged his anger aside. Not like Ash hadn't ever done something stupid. Hell, he'd even witnessed a few of Ash's more award-winning moments of dumb. "You want to play tour guide with us?"
Ash sighed. "Not that easy. I can't enter there without negotiating with Hades, who isn't exactly keen on letting me into his space."
"Why not?"
"Politics, and right now with Persephone not around, only an idiot would try to negotiate anything with him. He's not in the best of moods." His gaze went back to Sam. "And as a Dark-Hunter you're not supposed to be around any god, you know that. They will destroy you on sight and that includes your semi-real state that you're currently in."
Before she could respond, Dev broke in. "Can't we avoid them? How many gods are there in the Underworld anyway?"
"Oh...tons." Ash's tone was as dry as his stare. "Hades isn't the only one with a grim Goth fixation. He has an entire court of gods and demigods who hang out with him. Many for the sole reason they get to torture the damned, which means they possess a total lack of empathy or regard for anyone else and they're constantly on the move in the Underworld. Chances of running into one are pretty stellar and that's without Murphy's Law coming into play."
Dev scratched the back of his neck as that unwanted news put a crimp in their plans. "That settles it then. Sam stays behind."
Heat suffused her cheeks. "Like hell."
But he was in no mood to back down. "Like nothing."