Chapter
Forty-Two
ALEXANDROS
“Why is your office so much bigger than mine?” Osiris Brackenwolf runs his fingertip along a shelf lined with books that I lack the time to read these days. He plucks one from the row and blows off a layer of dust. Then he holds it up and sinks his sharp teeth into his lip. “I remember this book well, Professor.”
I scan the title. Gods and Monsters: the origins of ancient Greek mythology. “You were a good student.”
He crosses the room in two strides, his large frame making my spacious office seem much smaller than it is, and places the book on my desk. “Oh, I was a very good student. Wouldn’t you say?”
I take the book and run my hand over the soft leather. “If your mind resided someplace other than the gutter, you would know that I meant academically. You
