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Prologue

Hades

Marrakech, Morocco

The bazaar was on fire

Black cobras hissed at their masters when they heard the sound of the whip, men bravely shoved blades down their throats for entertainypsies danced for coins When your donation wasn’t generous enough, they slunk behind you and picked your pockets—taking what they deserved

It was one hell of a place to celebrate my twenty-first birthday

Da between his lips When a group of pretty girls passed, he gave them mere seconds of his attention before heled away by itsand take it home?”

“Rugs are nice” I liked Morocco because of the chaos This city was unpredictable, froerous route to the Atlas Mountains and the constant bomb checks under vehicles anytime you drove onto public property It was a different kind of place, beautiful but unsteady

“I’d rather spend my money on pussy—but not take it with me”

The brothels here were exciting—and dirt cheap “Later” We’d spent the afternoon drinking, s this city had to offer It was a short flight away froe of scenery

Das he loved in life, pussy was his favorite Booze and cigars were in a close tie for second But soed his deht purple tent behind the vase stand “Fortune-teller…that’s interesting”

“Is it?” The practice was nonsense, just a way to take your h at you on your way out

“I’ve never done it before Let’s check it out” Daround and sto to the other filth on the ground

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

“What’s the har else to do for the next few hours”

“Only gypsies read fortunes She’ll learn about us then sell our information to someone so they can rob us”

Daet aith it? Come on”

Since I didn’t have a better plan for what to do next, I followed Damien inside the mysterious tent Once the flap closed behind us, ere surrounded by di off different colors of life The wo at the table was covered in jewels A blue eye was one of the largest pendants that hung down from her neck Jeere also braided into her hair, and the rest of her brown locks were tucked underneath the shawl tied around her chin