The Story of Hathor & Dayo:
“No,” I said flatly when Dayo told me about Del’s request. We were on the balcony overlooking the river. Dayo trusted his shifty flight captain with our secrets. “He’ll tell everything.”
“Not if he works for AK,” Dayo interjected. Dayo believed that if he could position Del to be AK’s spy to the other world, then our love life would be protected. It was a fool’s plan.
“AK is looking for a spy,” he reasoned. “It might as well be a person that I trust,” he said. “He could get his riches, he’d feel empowered,” he said. “Del would have no reason to mess that up. AK would be satisfied and we could both live in peace. I need someone to back me up in my world,” he argued.
Dayo wasn’t thinking. His love for me had sullied him to the point of rash decisions. I didn’t agree, but Dayo had a desire to trust this Del character. His soul craved it. Why, I don’t know.
“He won’t have a watch,” I said. “His access is completely controlled by my brother or I.”
“As you wish,” Del said pulling me into arms, but I wasn’t finished.
“And if he violates that trust, he’ll be exiled from my world and his,” I said.
I echoed this same decree when Dayo brought Del to my world. I could tell by his smirk and pedestrian excitement that this arrangement wasn’t going to last long. He was too power drunk to be effective. He’d sell us to a no name for a handful of shiny dust if he could. Del was an attractive fellow and he soaked up compliments and admiration like a wanton sponge. He panted like an animal at the mouth as he toured the palace.
"He'd sell us to a no nae for a handful of shiny dust if he could."
He nearly fainted when he saw the temples and pyramids. When my brother offered him a mountain of precious stones, he nearly fell to his knees to demonstrate gratefulness. I wasn’t impressed. It was just a matter of sunsets before someone, likely my brother, would be in his ear and he would try to kill me. All he needed was the promise of power and he’d do anything, including crossing Dayo, to get more of it…even if it forever loomed as an overripe pomegranate on a stick. The boredom of watching it all unfold was too much to bare.
And sure enough, when Dayo and Del returned to their world, somehow Del reentered ours and was in my bedroom hacking away at stuffed pillows that he thought were me. By this time, I was back near Andromeda nestled in Dayo’s arms. Dayo couldn’t believe the story. He was nearly heartbroken.
“You were right,” he whimpered.
“I’m always right,” I reminded him. “Many people can’t resist the temptation.”
He kissed me on the cheek. “I’ll handle it,” he said. But he was disturbed. Dayo had treaded very lightly, creating the appropriate distractions to keep his Agency ignorant of all our getaways. But this betrayal by Del changed matters. It would speed up our course of action. A band on Del’s wrist glowed.
“The Agency wants to see me,” he chimed.
“But of course,” I said. “I’m going home,” I said.
“It’s dangerous,” he said.
“It’s always dangerous,” I said. “I’ll wait for you there.”
In a few moments, I returned to my palace bedroom. The room was ripped to shreds. The guards claim they saw nothing, as always. Del was conveniently absent. I smiled to myself. He had nowhere to hide.