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Daisy wasn't sure what she'd expected, but this night was turning out to be about as much of a shit show as any Bain and Hoyle jaunt she'd ever been on.

Mummies, and wights, and bitches, oh my!

Even without Siya ditching Veti for no kind of reason at all (or at least one mildly shitty reason), things were weird. Random sexy goddess lady making eyes at Atticus and his new friend. Sprouting wings like that was just something people did. And then Atticus's announcement that Team Max should just casually remove themselves from the abrupt maelstrom that had joined them, completely unbidden as far as she could tell, in the middle of their mini Stonehenge. Which was lame, because even though Daisy sort of resented Atticus for letting Max go -- or maybe for letting her let Max go -- she wanted to see what happened next.

That said, she wasn't feeling especially charitable to Old Hipster Wolf, either. She held him in just slightly more contempt than she did Abacus, and just slightly less than she did Dickhead Boss Vamp. She was, at the very least, glad the latter wasn't here, because she'd lost her temper enough for one night, and she didn't have any witty ripostes ready for the person who'd essentially given the command she kill Max in the first place.

Why her? Did it have to be her? Max just had to be dead, and then taken to the right spot. She could have carried him there, made sure his soul eked past the Gates alright, hunted down Decima's raggedy-ass soul, and taken the two of them right on back to the land of the living. Except then he would have really been dead, instead of just Reaper fare. And she would have been her responsibility, anyway. She still would have been the last to see his soul disappear over the falls, all stoic and shit, like he didn't mind dying.

Daisy didn't buy it for a second. Everyone minded.

Veti pulled her back to the present with an awkward, if entirely too affectionate side body squeeze thing, to which Daisy fought to urge to say, "What is this? What's happening? Why are you squeezing me with your body?"

And then the goddess was sprouting wings, and Veti was putting forth a challenge, and being entirely wrong about every Disney prince that had ever graced the silver screen, and Artie was growling deep in his throat, springing after the changed werewolf, tearing into a wolf form of his own as he did.

Daisy watched, stoic, or trying to be, because she was totally over all of this, anyway.

In the end, about half their group had amassed outside the circle, in front of the walking billboard/sex goddess, who suddenly, for whatever reason, had wings. Maybe it was an Egyptian thing. She forced herself not to stare at the underwear model who'd sought either to comfort or molest the annoying elf to check to see whether he, too, had sprouted wings. Then again, it was entirely possible he'd had them all along, and she'd just missed them, as the rest of his body was, quite frankly, distracting.

She joined Veti and Artie -- who'd actually won their race, she wasn't sure in the slightest; she'd known better than to race a werewolf on all fours, though she was, perhaps, just slightly more eager to join than she might have been otherwise -- and the elf and the underwear model, and a giant silver-ish dude who might have been hewn of pewter or graphite for all she knew. She stared at him for a moment, bored and disgusted by yet another one of Henry's hires who just refused to abide by the normal live-and-die rules of humanity.

Whatever. She was so not about this right now. She was going because she didn't trust any of this people-shaped creatures to get Veti back alive, and if Siya wasn't going to watch out for her, then Daisy would have to. She was going because she'd made a promise to Veti, and another promise to Max a year ago, and she'd fucked that up, and this might be her only chance to fix things. She was going because they were retrieving someone from Death, and that was her wheelhouse as much as she had one, and leave it to a necromancer to fuck things up in any given language. She was going because she had to.

Also, she was going to stare at the mummy's ass.

She was only human. Or something.

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