Chapter 12

June 26^th

Leo’s point of view

I knocked on Cato’s bedroom door, and a groan rumbled from inside.

“If you’re here to shout, I’ve already heard it all from Mom,” he said.

I opened the door and set the condoms on his dresser.

“For you,” I said, sliding them towards him. “And you better pray to the Goddesses no one is already pregnant.”

He was sitting on his bed with a book on his lap, which he promptly slammed shut and threw his head back.

I stepped forward into his room and sat on the swivel chair by the desk.

“Dad-” he groaned.

“I’m not angry, Cato,” I said. “I was the same.”

He grimaced, “Please. I don’t need to know about your sex life.”

“And I didn’t really want to know about yours either,” I said. “But you were stupid enough to get caught fucking a gir