Styxx (DH #33) (109 page)

Styxx thanked him.

Saif sat back with his cup. There was a light in his dark eyes that didn’t bode well for Styxx. “You have come just in time, prince.”

“How so?”

“We have tourists who will soon invade our camp. If you will help us negotiate with them, I will be more than pleased to pay you for your services.”

Styxx would rather be hit in the head with a sledgehammer, repeatedly. But he smiled, knowing he would do it anyway. Saif and his people had been very good to him over the last four years and he would do anything for them.

“It would be my honor and privilege to aid you and your people, Your Highness.”

“Good. These tourists make my head crazy.”

Styxx had just finished his third cup of coffee when he heard the gunshots that announced the arrival of the tourists who must be European or American for the sheikh to ask for his help.

The expression on Saif’s face said he shared Styxx’s enthusiasm for their arrival. However they were a necessary evil for the tribe. Rich tourists could pay a small fortune for the handmade wares and items that Styxx bartered hides for. And the tour companies loved camps such as this where they could safely bring their groups and know that no harm would come to them.

Saif quirked a wry grin at Styxx. “Today, you prove your friendship to my people, Your Highness.”

Yes, he did.

Dreading it already, Styxx followed Rahim outside to find two busloads of gawkers who were making photos of the Bedouin camp and spectacles of themselves. Too late, Styxx remembered his face was showing.

Shit.

And because of his massive height, he stood out from the rest of the tribe. Cameras and phones turned toward him like he was the reigning celebutante at the hottest Hollywood club.

Covering his face, he slid his gaze to Rahim. “Tell your cousin, the price for my services just doubled.”

Rahim laughed, knowing Styxx was joking.

One of the women squealed as she showed a photo on her phone to another woman who was with her. “Oh my God!” she said in English. “This goes to Facebook as soon as I have reception. Do they sell their men like their women? How many camels would we have to buy for him?”

“Forget buying, can we just rent him out for an hour?”

Those were the least raunchy of their comments. And never mind the lechery going on inside their heads. It was enough to make him want to grab his rifle to hold the she-wolves off in case they attacked.

Styxx paused beside them. “Ladies, I speak English. Fluently.”

They couldn’t have turned any redder had they been walking naked in the Sahara for a month.

Ignoring them, Styxx went over to the tents where the tribe had laid out the wares they had for sale. As he was helping Farid haggle over the price of a carpet with a rich banker, he felt a slight tugging on his sleeve.

“Oh, Beth, don’t do that!”

His heart clenched at the name. He looked down into a pair of wide, bright hazel eyes of a five-year-old girl whose face was framed with black pigtails.

“Are you a giant?” she asked, ignoring her mother’s warning. “Do you eat little kids like a troll?”

Squatting down, Styxx exposed his face for her to see that he wasn’t really scary. “No, little one. But do you want to know how I grew to such height?”

She nodded eagerly.

“I ate all my vegetables and drank a lot of milk.”

“Really?”

Styxx glanced up to see her mother smiling down at them. “It’s very true.” Pushing his sleeve back to expose the small ribbons he used to secure his arm sheaths in place, he pulled a red one loose. “Where I grew up, it’s customary to give a gift to the prettiest girl we’ve ever seen.” He held the ribbon out to her and then tied it around her tiny wrist. “Beths are always counted among the most beautiful of all women.”

“Thank you.” She curtsied to him.

Styxx covered his heart with his hand and bowed his head.

“Thank you,” her mother repeated. “I’m sorry she bothered you.”

“It’s all right. She’s no bother at all. Children are our most precious gifts and should always be cherished.” Styxx covered his face and returned to helping Farid.

After a few minutes, his nose started bleeding from the pain of their thoughts screaming in his head. Since he spent so much time alone, he was out of practice with protecting himself.

Styxx reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. He excused himself and went outside to the back of the tent to tend it.

“Are you all right?”

He turned slightly to find a young woman around the age of twenty. “Fine. I get them all the time.”

“Yeah, me, too. Especially here with this really dry air.” She reached into her bag and pulled out a cellophane-covered box of nasal saline spray then handed it to him. “It really helps prevent them. You can keep that one, I have three more. Yes, I’m that OCD.”

Styxx smiled at her. “Thank you.”

“No problem.” She left him and rejoined her friends.

As soon as the nosebleed stopped, he returned to the tent to finish the transactions.

When the woman who’d given him the nose spray went to buy a bracelet, he told Farid in Egyptian to charge it to his account.

Farid smiled at the girl then responded in broken English. “For you … nothing. Take. Take.”

She thanked him then turned a suspicious eye to Styxx. “Did you just buy this for me?”

“One good deed deserves another.”

She shook her head. “It’s too much. The spray isn’t expensive.”

“In my culture, the price of the gift isn’t what’s important. It’s the heart behind it, which makes the nose spray very valuable to me.”

“That’s beautiful. Is that a desert custom?”

“Didymosian.”

She frowned at the unfamiliar name. “Where’s that?”

Unfortunately, it was currently at the bottom of the Aegean, courtesy of his brother. “A province of Greece.”

“You’re Greek?” She beamed in happiness. “My great-grandmother was from there.”

Styxx smiled in spite of himself. “What a coincidence. So was mine.”

She laughed.

“Hey, Mindy? You think we could get a picture with your new friend?”

Styxx cringed at the question.

“Would you mind?” Mindy asked hopefully.

Like having my eyes gouged.
“It’s fine.”

Squealing, her friends crowded around him to make photos.

“Can we take one with your face exposed? Please!”

Styxx had to force himself not to grimace. “Who needs a soul in this day and age?”

“Sweet!”

Rahim came up to laugh while the women took turns posing with Styxx. “You should be charging, my friend,” he said in Egyptian.

Feigning laughter, Styxx folded his middle finger down and gestured back at him.

“Oh, very nice to teach the tourists. Very nice!”

“What are they saying?” Ana asked Mindy, who shrugged.

“He was correcting my behavior,” Styxx explained, “and I gestured my displeasure of his censure.”

“Ooo,” one of the girls said, “he’s like smart and stuff.”

“I love your accent. Are you an Arab?”

“No.”

“Are you a bandit?”

“He’s a full-blooded prince.” Their eyes widened at Rahim’s random comment as he passed back by them.

Styxx growled low in his throat before he spoke in Egyptian. “Thank you, Rahim. May all of the fleas of the desert roost in your most private places.”

“And the same good wishes to you, my prince,” he responded in English.

Now the women were bombarding him with questions and gropes.

“Guys!” Mindy snapped. “Stop acting like a bunch of slutty porn queens. Leave the poor man alone.” She pulled him away from them. “Sorry. We’re from Minnesota, which is in the—”

“I know where it is.” Urian’s sister-in-law lived there and it was where Urian spent part of every year.

“Oh. Sorry. Anyway, we don’t get to meet princes where we live.”
Especially not ones that look like you. Forget William, you make him look like a shriveled goat
.

The William comment, however, he had no clue about.

“No problem.”

As he started away, Mindy took his arm. “What’s your name?”

“Styxx.”

“Like the band?”

A smile quirked at the edges of his lips. “Like the river in the Greek Underworld that the band and I are named after.”

“Oh. That’s cool … anyway, we’re flying back to the States in two days. Our fall classes start back next week. Um, if you’d like to have lunch or something before we leave…” She bit her lip hopefully as she ran her hand along the edges of her lacy tank top that exposed the top swell of her large breasts.

For the first time in a long while, Styxx felt a stirring in his body. She was actually starting to arouse him.

Before he could stop himself, he dipped his head down to capture her lips. Groaning, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him against her voluptuous body.

Styxx closed his eyes as he savored the sensation of being held again. It’d been so very long.…

But as the scent of her perfume hit him, it quelled his desire. This wasn’t his Bethany. And while he savored the sensation of being physically touched, it wasn’t what he craved. Not to mention the small fact that if Mindy saw the scars that covered him there would be questions he didn’t want to answer. Memories he didn’t want to deal with.

He pulled back and cupped her cheek in his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Mindy. Have a safe journey home.” Heartbroken and lonely, he turned and walked away.

Damn you, gods.
Between them and the cruelty of his parents and uncle, they’d not only taken his heart, they’d taken his soul.

And while he’d finally found peace in the desert, he’d never found happiness or acceptance anywhere other than in Bethany’s arms.

September 3, 2012

For hours now, Styxx had seen the vultures circling something. Since they continued to be airborne, he knew their victim was still breathing. But it wasn’t until he neared the top of a dune and Skylos took off barking that he realized their intended meal was human.

He kicked his horse forward, pulling Jabar behind him as he closed the distance to see a body half buried in the sand.

After dismounting, he approached slowly. Sometimes bandits would use this as a ruse to trap victims. But since Skylos continued to be occupied by the man on the ground and wasn’t running around to warn of others, it was a good bet the man was alone.

However, treachery and trickery were often a necessary part of desert survival. With one hand on the gun concealed at the base of his spine, Styxx closed the distance cautiously.

It was a tall, frail man whose pale skin had been ravaged by the harsh sun.

Carefully, Styxx placed his hand to the man’s exposed, blistered shoulder. “Are you Egyptian?”

“Yes.” The response was so low, he wasn’t sure he heard it. No trickery here. The man was practically dead.

“I mean you no harm.” Styxx pulled his aba off to cover the man’s raw, sun-ravaged skin. “I’m going to slowly roll you over, okay?”

He didn’t respond.

As gently as he could, Styxx dug the man’s body out of the sand. He cursed as he saw the rusted stake and chains that had been used to secure his legs to the ground. Unsure if it’d been meant as tribal punishment or had been done by raiders, Styxx pulled his canteen off and opened it. He helped the man to drink. “Slow and easy.” If he drank too fast in this condition, it’d only sicken him.

Styxx made him as comfortable as possible. “I’ll be back. I need to get bolt cutters to free you.”

His breathing ragged, the man said nothing as Styxx left him to go through his pack on Jabar. Just as he found the tool he was looking for, Skylos started barking again. He looked up to see the wall of rushing sand several miles away.

Crap …

Clicking his tongue to urge his camel forward, he pulled Jabar toward the man and had the camel sit so that both of them were on the leeward side of it. “Wasima!” he said sharply to his horse, calling her over so that he could have her lie down on the ground to prepare for the coming storm.

Panic was in the man’s eyes as Styxx returned to him.

“Simoon,” he explained as he covered the stranger’s mouth and eyes to protect them from the sandstorm headed their way.

Skylos ran back and forth, barking to alert him.

“Here, boy!” Styxx shouted, trying to get the dog to calm down enough to sit by the man so that the camel could protect the dog, too.

He’d barely cut through the steel and pulled the man against the camel and covered him and Skylos with a blanket before the storm hit. Since there wasn’t enough room for all of them under the blanket, Styxx kept his head down as the harsh wind and sand tore at his clothes and exposed skin.

Luckily, it was a short storm and was over in about twenty-five minutes. After shaking the sand off himself, Styxx dug the animals and man out. Jabar nipped angrily at his shoulder as Styxx helped him to stand. “I know. Sorry, old friend.”

Wasima wasn’t much happier, but Skylos didn’t mind. He rolled over for Styxx to scratch his belly. He patted him gently on the ribs laughed at the dog’s playfulness.

“Later, Skylos.” He had the man to see about.

Gratitude shined in the man’s eyes. “Thank you,” he breathed.

“You’re welcome.” Styxx pulled out an energy bar and pressed it into his hands. “I’ll get camp made as soon as I can.”

He attacked the bar while Styxx went to unpack. Since Styxx was still on the move toward his usual campsite, he normally wouldn’t have pitched the tent or stopped this early in the day, but the man needed care before he traveled or he wouldn’t make it.

Once Styxx had the tent up and his bedroll out, he carried the man in to lie down while he finished preparations. “My name is Styxx,” he said as he tucked the blanket around him.

The man placed his hand to his heart and bowed his head. “Seti.”

Styxx covered his hand with his own. “Rest easy.” He pulled his backpack over to Seti. “I have more food and water in here. Eat slowly and let me know if you need anything else. I have a few more things to do and the animals to care for then I’ll be back.”