Erzulie laughed with delight as the arrow sailed from seemingly nowhere and planted itself squarely in Narcissus' chest. She turned and saluted in the direction the arrow had come from. That Greek hadn't been kidding about his aim.

She planted her boot on the back of Narcissus' head, grinding it down into the dirt as he bled out.

"Think of this as a little message from the gods, honey," Erzulie said. "Stay away from Echo and get over yourself. Or else."