Sherrilyn Kenyon - Illusion

As always, to my friends and family who keep me semi-sane, and who put up with my absentmindedness and long absences while I work. To my friends and family, who are spiritual warriors and who fight the good fight for all of us every day against the evil that could harm us. To my editor and the SMP team who put so much into every titleyou guys really are the best ever! And last, but never least, to you, the reader, for taking another journey with me into a realm beyond the normal. Love you all!

Nick? Honey? Youre not really asleep, are you?

Nick blinked his eyes open as some loud, thumping song he didnt know made his ears ring. In fact, he was surrounded by all kinds of noise. Like a party.

What the?

He lifted his head from his folded arms to find himself not in the bed hed fallen into, but at a

Prom?

Yeah, it was a fancy prom with hideous swan and star cardboard cutouts, and enough pink fabric to make him feel like hed fallen into a Pepto-Bismol factory.

Scowling, he scanned the darkened hotel ballroom where his classmates were partying hard to some flashy DJ on a raised dais.

How had he gotten here?

When had he come to this?

Wait, forget all of that for a minute. Itd been late fall when hed gone to bed.

Werent proms always held in the spring?

Yeah, they were.

Crap.

How had he lost six months of his life? When had he lost them? But what floored him most were the people sitting at the round table with him. Caleb was to his right, but instead of the pretty-boy jock he was supposed to be, Caleb was a bit heavyset and wore a retainer.

At a prom?

Huh?

Retainer? Was it a costume party of some kind? After all, it was New Orleansthe only place in the world where they could turn opening a regular envelope into a grand procession. Yeah, that made more sense of what he was seeing.

Especially the usually flamboyant Simi, who was currently wearing an understated pink frilly dress down to her ankles with a sweater buttoned up to her chin. He frowned as he followed the line of her arm to where she held Calebs hand.

Demon

Simi

With Caleb?

Yeah, Im insane and the devils cracking icicles in his hot tub. My dad must have sucked out my brains when he died. Or maybe this is Calebs idea of a joke? The demon did have a sick sense of humor at times.

Please, let me just be crazy. The sheer magnitude of possible and awful paranormal alternatives made a straightjacket seem like the most desirable outcome.

Casey sat beside Nick, wearing a pair of thick glasses and an outdated dress that looked like something from a 1980s John Hughes movie.

Is this a dream?

It was too real for that, and yet

Nick, youre looking kind of sick. Like youre about to hurl. Are you okay? Casey rubbed his hand.

No. He was definitely not okay. He felt like someone had just sucker-punched him as his gaze locked on a short, stubby geek whose eyes and dark hair were all too familiar.

No it couldnt be.

Stone?

He beamed. Yeah, buddy. Should I call your dad to come get you? You dont look like you should be driving.

I can take him home.

Nick went cold at a voice he didnt want to recognize. No, no, no. There was no way he was here. Why would an eleven-thousand-year-old all-powerful immortal come to a high school prom?

Not like the being would be bored, given all the things out to end them.

Dont look.

Dont do it.

But like a grisly car wreckNick had to. His stomach tight, he was terrified of where his nightmare would take him this time.

Stop!

The moment he turned, he knew hed died and gone to the real hell. That was the only plausible explanation he could wrap his head around. The only explanation that made sense.

Because this

This was the freakfest of all time.

It was definitely Acheron Parthenopaeus. All five feet tall of him, with short brown hair and blue eyes.

And in a pink tux.

Nick laughed at something that was a lot scarier than it was funny. But he didnt know what else to do except scream, and that might get him put in a straightjacket for real.

Maybe I have lost my mind.

Yeah, that was a little more acceptable than this current nightmare.

He swallowed hard then returned his attention to Stone. Can I ask a weird question?

If you must.

Raking his hand through his hair, Nick tried to figure out why he was having this screwed-up dream. What had he eaten?

Or better yet, had something finally eaten him?

But for now, until he unraveled what was happening, he had no choice except to ride this horror out to its conclusion.

Whats my dads name?

They all laughed.

Yeah, so not funny. Nick forced himself not to insult them for their ridicule. Cmon, guys. Just play along and answer the question.

Ash snorted, then answered in a nasal tone. You know your dad, Nick. Michael Burdette. Hes an accountant who works with Calebs father.

Caleb had a dad, too?

Sure, and fat flying fairies made Nicks tacky clothes every night and left them for him in the bathroom.

Nick arched a brow at Caleb. And your father would be?

Caleb scowled at him. What is your problem, boy? You know my dad is your dads best friend and has been since forever. Caleb Fingerman? Hello? Marks my dad.

Nick started laughing and laughing. He couldnt stop. Yeah, this was all insane. He must have been hit in the head a lot harder than he thought. Okay, jokes over, everyone. Ha. Ha. You got me.

What joke? Ash, Caleb, and Stone asked while the women looked at him as if he was the one who was nuts.

Unable to deal with it anymore, Nick rose to his feet and curled his lip. You know, for a joke to work it actually needs to be funny, guys and this is not even a little. Angry at them, he stormed off to the bathroom to splash water on his face and wake up.

Something had to get him out of this nightmare and back home.

But the moment Nick looked into the bathroom mirror, he froze in absolute horror. Not only was he in an ugly blue tuxedo that hed never wear, his hair was blond, and his eyes were an average gray color.

Worse? He was a lot closer to the sink than hed been in a really long time.

Im short?

Ah gah! Anything but that!

His heart pounding, he checked his legs to make sure they were intact.

They were.

And yet he was only five foot eight. If that much.

No

Im six-four. Had been since his growth spurt last summer. Panic rose high as he closed his eyes and tried to summon his powers.

That only made him panic more as harsh reality cracked him in the stones. No, no, no, non! his mind shouted. It couldnt be.

But it was. All of his powers were gone. Every last one of them. He had nothing. Not even a glimmer of the scrying or clairvoyance or anything.

Im totally without and locked in Hades.

Horrified, Nick gaped at the unfamiliar face he saw in the mirror that wasnt his. He pinched himself and shook his head. It was him. Somehow hed morphed into a short blond dude.

Unable to accept it, he tried everything he could to wake up. But nothing worked. He continued to exist here in this freakworld.

Its not a dream.

Somehow this was real. He was real, and he was here, wherever