Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Leaving him unprotected is unacceptable, and as much as I want to trust my people implicitly, there’s been too much pain to go around. It changes people, and often not for the better. The only person I can fully trust with his safety is me.
I slide down the wall next to his door and stretch out my legs. I’m tall enough that they nearly touch the wall on the other side of the hallway. It’s going to be an incredibly uncomfortable night, but it’s a small price to pay for failing him.
I can’t allow him into my bed. I…shouldn’t. I really, really shouldn’t. Not only because of the complicated power dynamics—he’s obviously bargaining in an attempt to save himself—or because I can’t afford to have my loyalty to Olympus muddled at a time when I’m needed the most. No, the fear fluttering in my throat is solely because of my reaction when he pulled my hair during that kiss.
I’ve had lovers—a few, at least—but they were such careful encounters. There was never anything remotely like pain involved. Icarus didn’t hurt me when he pulled my hair, but it was the promise of hurt that buckled my knees. Something I wasn’t even aware I might want, and should I decide to explore that, it most absolutely cannot be with one of the enemies to my people.
No matter how handsome he is. Or how good he tastes. Or how skillfully he kisses. Or how my stomach flutters when he says my name just so…
I shake my head, force thoughts of him from my mind, and settle myself down for a long night.
Orion finds me in the early hours of the morning. They raise their brows but make no comment on my choice of sleeping location. Instead, they simply hand me my phone. “You’ve been summoned.”
I blink blearily up at them, trying to focus. “Has the invasion started?”
They shake their head. “As best we can tell, none of the ships have moved. They haven’t sent out people, either. We have a watch set along the coastline like you wanted, so even if there were divers, we would find them. There’s been nothing.”
Maybe that should reassure me—I hardly want Olympus invaded—but all I can do is wonder why Circe is hesitating. There’s a reason for it. There’s been a reason for every move she’s made, skillfully and with great intent. There’s a reason for this too, and I have a feeling that by the time I find out, it will be worse than if she raided us on the first day.
I accept Orion’s outstretched hand and allow them to pull me to my feet. Only then do I check my phone. Sure enough, there’s a single text message from Zeus himself.
Zeus: We meet at eight. Be punctual.
He hasn’t commented on the fact that I didn’t return his phone calls the other day, and it’s just as well. I don’t have a good excuse. It’s not as if I can tell him I’ve been in league with his wife to see him dead. That I still am, technically. Zeus and I have never been friends and never will be friends, but planning for his death is nothing personal. It’s for the good of the city, just like everything else I do.
Within an hour, I’ve showered, changed, and grabbed a quick breakfast. I walk into Dodona Tower with minutes to spare. Even so, I’m not the last to arrive. That falls to Hera herself, sweeping in the room right before the doors close. She’s back in her customary menswear, the black suit tailored perfectly to her body and some kind of lacy top in a deep purple color peeking out from underneath the suit jacket. She meets my gaze for a beat and then moves to her husband and sits at his right hand.
Zeus doesn’t look at her. “Report.”
Hephaestus shifts in xyr seat. “This is a waste of time and a pathetic little power play. You didn’t need to summon us all here for a damned report. We are busy being actually useful.”
Zeus doesn’t flinch at the venom in xyr tone. “Be that as it may, we’re here now. Report.”
Demeter leans forward, breaking the tension a little. “Evacuations are well in progress. It will take days to fully empty the city, but we’re moving as quickly as we can. I’m afraid it’s going to affect the harvest. We simply don’t have the room in the country, not when every spare acre is dedicated to crop growth. But I’ve had my people convert two of the fields into a camp for the evacuees. It’s not ideal, but it’ll do until we solidify this situation.”
Athena shifts. “Any change from Hades?”
“No. His word stands. He won’t bring down the secondary barrier until the Thirteen are in agreement and we have an effective plan to repel the invaders. Seeing as how we’re zero for two with those, I don’t see him being a part of these conversations anytime soon.” This from Aphrodite. I wonder where they get their information from. I didn’t realize they were close with Hades, but maybe it has something to do with his wife. He might not play the political games, but Persephone is all too aware of their necessity. It wouldn’t surprise me to find out she’s been quietly in contact with several members of the Thirteen, her mother included, to do what it takes to ensure that the city is protected as much as possible.