I glanced at the gorgeous Nightmare who was watching me with a predatory gaze. “No offense, but I am not putting my ass in your hands.” “No offense taken,” he replied in a silky voice. My father seemed more amused by my refusal than anything else. “Verek is descended from your aunt Eos, Dawn. You were named after her, remember?” I wasn’t so lax in my family history that I didn’t know who Eos, Goddess of the Dawn was. “I remember. Somehow I don’t think the family connection is going to keep Leonidas here from slapping me silly.” He did have sort of a 300 thing going on—without the leather Speedo. “He’s not going to hurt you,” Morpheus claimed with more certainty than I felt. “But the Guild wants to know what you are capable of, and as a Nightmare, you are obligated to demonstrate your abilities.” There was something in his tone that made me suddenly very still. It sounded to me like he wanted me to impress Verek, but not overly so. Show him what he needed to see, not necessarily all I could do.
