Chapter 14Christopher was anxious.
He didn’t know if he could do this. He hadn’t counted on having to entertain Dagon in the Roman Bath. He especially wasn’t counting on the man looking like a horror movie villain. His eyes were green and sparkled like millions of shards of shattered glass. His gaze didn’t move, it cut. It didn’t look, it pierced. His skin was swarthy, and he looked like the very devil himself—with a widow’s peak, and all. Christopher was sure he might even find little stubs of horns in among his dark, wildly curly hair. Even though Christopher was fully dressed, he felt naked when Dagon stared at his body and smiled darkly—as if he were imagining the ugly perverted things he had in mind. Christopher looked around at the empty room, and although it was warm with the heat
