“Mister Mason, it’s five a.m. Sir.” A man’s voice comes from the door. “May I come in?”I pull the blanket to cover Kas. She doesn’t like her scars being exposed to people she doesn’t know. She also hates waking up early. My hand comes up empty when I can’t find her in bed next to me. I take a deep breath, but her scent is gone. I crack one eye open and remember she’s not there. I don’t know what that visualization technique thing was, but it helped me have the best dreams I’ve had in months, if not ever. I groan and pull the sheet into my grip, wishing those dreams were real. “Yeah, come in.”A staff assistant opens the door and brings a tray with an omelet, a pile of bacon, and a cup of juice. There are also pomegranate arils in a small bowl. “We didn’t get an opportunity to find out your food preferences yesterday, so I brought breakfast for you. If you would prefer to eat after you workout, I can keep this warm for you, but Doctor Khe specifically requested you eat the pomegranate
“How did you know that?” I feel my jaw tense up. Anger heats my belly and spreads throughout my chest. If she knows who Kas really is, it puts so many people in danger. Kas and our children, the rest of the Menae, even me. I take a step back away from her in case I need to run. “Bronx, Arrow called you a child of Perses. Do you remember that?” She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also make
“What the fu…?” My breath decides it’s a good time to pack its bags and take my words along with it. It’s probably a good thing because the only thing left in my brain is a string of curse words that would even embarrass Saint. A shiver goes up my spine and goosebumps form on my skin, even though the heat of the sun is making me sweat. “Please sit, Bronx. This conversation will be a lot easier if we can all take a step back and discuss questions you have civilly.” Arrow tries to press against my shoulder, but I shy back. “Sy and I will explain what we can and answer any questions you have.” “Don’t touch me.” I snarl and back into one of the supporting poles of the pavilion. “Just tell me what the fuck is going on here.” “What is going on here is that we are helping people who need it. Regardless of their species or rank. This is what we do, Bronx. We left Greece centuries ago. Arrow and I differ from other Gods and Goddesses. Some of them would do anything to keep us apart. We turn
“Bronx, what do you mean? N-no one told us when they said you needed rehabilitation.” Doctor Khe takes a step back from me. “Why would you do that? What happened?” “I didn’t know why she left. I thought she abandoned me and I was mad and drunk and… I… I want her to hurt as badly as I was hurting.” I rub my hands over my face and force back tears. “It’s too late. I’ve killed both of us. She’ll never forgive me. There’s no point in me being here.” A feeling of despair blankets me. My shoulders feel heavy, forcing me down until my forehead is resting on the ground. This is what I’ve feared, but it’s what I deserve. The pain I have been running from, the one deep in my gut that spreads like acid through my chest, bubbles up and makes up for all the time I spent numbing myself to stop feeling it. The fire it creates is not consoling the way the one liquor creates is. The more it builds, the more it burns a hole straight through me. I grit my teeth and let the growl from deep within me ro
“Hi Doc. Can I help you?” “Time for therapy. Would you like to go inside or stay out here while we speak?” I look around, a little confused. Back home, my appointments are always in the therapist’s office. “You give me a lot of choices.” “Does that make you uncomfortable?” She tilts her head and leans back, using the log to support her. “I’m just not used to it. Kinda…. confusing, I guess? I don’t know about being uncomfortable.” “Okay. Would you like me to decide for you?” “Another choice.” I give her a dry chuckle. “Sure. You can pick.” “Alright, then we’ll stay out here. Have a seat.” She gestures to the small log where she was sitting earlier. “Mind if I keep working on this log thing while we talk?” “If that’s what suits you, sure.” She gets up and sits on the small log to give me space to work. “I think my original assessment about you was incomplete.” “What do you mean by that?” I keep shimmying the rebar without looking at her. “I thought you would be more… angry. I
Just move the log. I haven’t been able to make it budge an inch. I roll over and look at the clock. Four seventeen a.m. Two solid weeks of getting to be a spectator in the memories of my past lives. I think it’s time to take things into my own hands. Images of Kas, dying in horrific, violent ways or giving me passionate kisses that I wish would never end, have relentlessly consumed my thoughts. It has made it impossible to sleep at night or focus during the long, hot days. The more I see, the more I regret how I’ve treated her in this lifetime. The only one I have to be pissed at is myself. More and more, I just want to be near her so I can beg for forgiveness. I miss her presence, her laugh, the serene look on her face when she meditates, the way she can calm me with a slight touch. I miss everything about her. And do I have to tell you how fucked up it is to see memories of how excited the Mavri Magea are when our lives happen intersect? The more I see images and clips of them, th
Kas’s POV People mill around the room. I can hear them whispering and feel their worry. I must be getting closer to my body. It seems like I just need a little more direction to get there. I can’t hear Lex anymore. Hopefully, I’ll be able to feel her when I get to my body. Alright, Kas. Focus. The longer I’m in the Beyond, the more likely Aphrodite is to find me. Back to basics. What is the difference between being an astral being and a physical being? I guess it’s mostly being able to feel your body and understanding of the passage of time. Once you become adept at removing your consciousness from your physical self, it’s hard to tell the difference. I focus on the essence of my spirit and what it feels like to be confined to my flesh. I imagine what Maya and Andreas smell like and the silkiness of their hair. The concentration wears on me, but something tells me it’s time to go back. I’ve spent enough time in the Beyond. I become more aware of the weight of my body and my hear
“Kas, of all the things that have ever come out of your mouth, that was by far the strangest.” Milo takes me by the shoulders and looks at me wide eyed. “Please tell me you’re joking… or that you had some kind of weird vision or something.” Frustration creeps in when I try to figure out what to say. It's the truth. Bronx would have believed me. He wouldn’t have liked it, but he would have believed me and supported me. Why can't Milo do the same? “Milo, I’m telling you that’s what happened. It wasn’t a vision or a dream. It was real.” I take his hands off my shoulders and hold them in mine. “She somehow pulled me into this place that is called the Beyond. It is like… a place between astral dimensions. I would go there when I needed to hide while I was creating Kardiá tou Menae. When beings were… after me… It’s the first time I have seen anyone else hanging out there. Sometimes you can sense other beings passing by you, but they never stop. I mean, I stopped there plenty of times, but
TWO YEARS LATER “There’s no way this is it, Lex.” I stare at the ancient temple. “This is what we’ve been looking for, for almost two years, and it’s abandoned. Leticia must have had the wrong coordinates.” “Well, Zeus doesn’t like people looking for them.” She huffs at me. “If you want their help, have faith and believe that you’ll find them. I recommend closing your eyes and fixing your damned mindset, Kas. That’s the only way we are going to get home.” Leticia was released from the Waiting Room about six months after she and Aphrodite were sent there. After a while, she realized she didn’t need to use dark magic against the Goddess of Love. When her thirty days were up, she got to leave, but Aphrodite is still trapped there. The Menae have tried to counsel her on what she needs to do to escape, but she refuses to comply. We used Leticia’s informants and connections to find out where The Fates reside in hopes of helping change Bianca Beryl’s thread. It’s an outside chance, but M
“Hey Little Sister, I got a little somethin’ for ya.” Milo’s hand pushes past the door of my office with a plate containing an omelet, sausage, toast, and a pastry. “Can I come in?” “Of course you can.” I lean back in my seat and smile, secretly grateful for the interruption. “Mrs. Miller is worried that you’re not eating enough.” He sets the plate and silverware rolled in a napkin on my desk followed by a cup of coffee. “Are you doing okay?” “I won’t lie to you, Milo, so…” I press my lips together and look around the office. “No, I’m not okay. It’s been almost three weeks and still no word from Bronx. I have no clue when he’ll be back and there’s literally nothing I can do about it. Maya and Dre keep asking about him. The last time they saw him he was fighting the Minotaur, then he disappeared into a portal wearing his boxers and your tac vest. I can tell Tavi misses him, too. I’ve been letting her sleep with one of his shirts, so at least she has his scent with her, but… do you k
“Kas, pacing a hole in the floor won’t help.” Lex jumps in front of me, blocking my way. “You heard Mother. We need to be patient. Why don’t you sit down and eat something?”“Is food all you think about, Lex?” I drop my shoulders and try to step around her, but she side steps, to stay in front of me. “It’s been hours. What if Zeus put Bronx in Tartarus or something?”“Kas, I love you, but you’re driving me nuts.” She pulls on the edge of my nightgown to the small table. “No news is good news. Now sit. Eat.”The table has a delicious spread of breakfast foods and pastries. None of it looks like it will take the knot out of my stomach. I settle for a cup of tea with a pleasant Jasmine aroma and look out the window. The enormous white horses buck and play in the field with no cares in the world. My mind wanders. I wonder what is happening to our pack right now. Who is watching our children? Does Lady Camille still have Tavi in the coven’s realm, or was she able to bring her home? Are Co
Kas’s POVThe scent of honeysuckle pulls at the edges of my mind. It reminds me of my mother. I open my eyes. Where I could be. It’s an airy room, but there are no defined walls. I see low backed, ornately decorated chairs surrounding a small table with a teapot and fine china cups. There is a wide window on my left. The window is open, letting the honeysuckle scent in on a gentle breeze. Outside, there is a meadow with a few olive trees and large white horses grazing. Coffee and dark chocolate overtake the honeysuckle, making me smile. I roll on my side in the silky white sheets. Bronx is sitting on the floor with his back against the bed. He is pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes closed. A lit cigarette rests between his fingers. I watch a fine stream of smoke rise from the tip. It leaves the burnt tobacco aroma I thought he left behind years ago.“Please don’t be mad, Baby. I just needed this one.” He whispers without looking at me before he takes a long drag from the ci
When I don’t go for an immediate attack, Ares gives me a stupid smile and rolls his shoulders. “Ready to submit, Child of Perses?” “Yeah, I don’t go down that easily, you stupid fuck.” I give him a dry laugh and swing the sword around, letting its weight settle into my hand. I don’t care how desperate things may seem. He won’t get the reaction he wants out of me. I’ll go down fighting.This time Ares half runs, half hobbles at me. I roll to the side to protect my injured shoulder, but he lunges and grabs me by the armpit, digging his thumb deep into the open wound and squeezes hard.I use a jiu jitsu throw Kas has successfully used on me by planting my foot and throwing him over my hip. His ass hits the ground, shaking the throne room. Glass shards shower us from the ceiling, slicing into my skin.Ignore the pain. Ignore the pain.I let my body weight drop into a roll, giving us enough momentum for me to land on top of him. It’s a short-lived achievement. He throws his elbow out and
Ares is standing between me and Kas. I listen long enough to make sure her heart is still beating while I assess the room. Not that it matters. I’m going to destroy him, whether she’s breathing or not. His mouth is full of blood, and the inside of his knee is deeply bruised. I don’t know what Kas did to his mouth or how she could reach that high, but she was trying to take his leg out. He doesn’t seem in a hurry to come to me, so he must be in pain. That’s my girl.“Bingo.” Saint hisses at the realization that our target is already injured. He pushes forward, heightening all my senses. “Are you ready to break a kneecap?”“Give me a second.” I continue looking around. “He’s got at least seventy pounds on us. He’s definitely injured or he would have already attacked first, but I still need to check the room.”The Menae’s barrier is still in place - Ares can’t escape. Broken marble - potential weapons. A section of Aphrodite’s whip - another potential weapon. Puddles of dark blood - sli
The beast’s roar pierces my ears. My muscles strain to keep the door closed while it pushes from the outside. Saint extends his claws from my toes to dig into the floor still slippery with Sondi’s blood. “Saint, I need all your strength.” I grit my teeth and brace myself as the Minotaur slams its body weight against the door.“YOU ALREADY HAVE IT!” He growls. “You think I want that thing getting in here?!”The growling and howls from the other two cells remind me I’m not just fighting for my life and the lives of our packs pups. I’m fighting for our whole pack. “HOLD THE LINE!” I scream out loud. No one answers, but I don’t need them to. I just need them to know that I’m still with them.“Bronx, we’re through the portal.” Milo finally comes through. “We’re on the way.”“We’re under attack!” I pull my head back as the Minotaur tries to push his horns through the cell door. “The entire pack is here. MOVE!”“Get some kids to pull their trackers off.” Reggie sounds out of breath. “It wi
“Aphrodite, let them go.” I growl at the screen. “This is your last warning.”Aphrodite throws her head back and laughs. The sound pierces my ears like nails on a chalkboard. “You’re in no position to give me warnings, Demigod.” She snarls at the screen.There is a flicker and glitch in the feed that makes her pause. Her face darkens at the interruption. She looks beyond the screen then back into the camera, making hand motions I have seen Delilah, Leticia, and Kas use in the past. She’s using magic. Just like Kas said, she must be bad at it.“She’s using magic.” I mutter under my breath. My mind tries to connect with why it’s important, but the screaming coming from Ashley’s cell is distracting me.The feed stabilizes, and Aphrodite regains her composure. “I have control here. Iokaste and I had a deal, and she broke her promise. Now, I will destroy ALL aspects of her life and you will be participants. I’ve already sent a fun surprise to one cell. Don’t worry. There are two more surp
“Marco, I need your help.” I send him a mindlink. “Once we have the kids settled, you can get back to your pups.”“What’s up, Alpha?” He comes over and squats next to me.“We need to get the kids organized and as quiet as possible.” I lower my eyes and concentrate. “Uh, let’s see. Kids wearing a shirt under their uniform sweaters need to take the sweaters off. Figure out how many babies are here. Get them all wrapped in sweaters to keep them warm. Assign the oldest kids to take care of babies. Oldest gets the youngest until you pair everyone up. If there is an odd number, Andy is with you.”“Okay. We can do that.” He stands up to complete the assignment.“Marco, we need them to be quiet. The door opens inward. If anything in that hallway hears them, we’re sitting ducks. Tell them there’s a damn reward for the quietest or some shit.”“Got it, Alpha.” He claps my shoulder. “You help Sondi.”I watch him walk away, clapping quietly to get the children’s attention, then turn back to Sondi.