“Get up.” Saint pulls me back from a dreamless sleep. “We have to get out of here, Bronx. Get up.”I inhale a sharp breath. The scent of astringent burns my nose. It makes me groan and forces my eyes open. I’m in the hospital, but it doesn’t smell like Blood River.“Saint? Which hospital is this?” I reach up to rub my eyes, but pain shoots down my arm. I look down at the sling, keeping it in place. “The photographer shot me?”“Yeah. Now we’re in a human hospital.” He sounds calm, but is not willing to sit around any longer. “We have to get out of here.”“Human hospital.” I try to recall what happened. My heart skips when I remember the details. “Codi.”Time to move. I have to get out of here and find Codi and Klay. I ignore the pain and sit up. Wires and tubes stick out from my skin. I pull them out and slide off the bed. When my feet touch the floor, I feel myself wobble, so I lean against the side of the bed.“Saint, give me an assessment.”“Forty cal to the shoulder. Nicked artery,
When I get to the second floor landing, most of the Menae are heading out to the backyard for the ceremony.“Bronx, what are you wearing? That won’t work.” Sun stops and looks at me like I’m dressed in a chicken suit or something. She’s only wearing a simple cotton dress, but it’s an olive green instead of the natural fabric she usually wears. “Should I ditch the tie?” The women walking with her are in similar plain dresses of varying colors and styles. Even the Maven, who always pride themselves on dressing in the most current fashions, are in simple pink flowy dresses. “Bronx, why are you in a monkey suit?” Ayrelles laughs as she approaches. She isn’t in her signature all black form fitting clothing either. Her light blue dress only has one shoulder, exposing a tattoo usually hidden by her high neck tank tops that is an exact half-size replica of the rose and dagger tattoo Lenora had on her forearm. I feel my mouth drop slightly. How is that possible?“I… didn’t know you...” I fee
I look back at the Menae. A soft golden glow engulfs the outside of their circle, spiraling inward. The light creates a gentle, strobing effect that matches the cadence of their song. As curls its way toward the center, goes to the center, it turns red, then silver, then blue, and finally violet. The alluring lights grow brighter and seem to dance in a spiraling pattern around the women.The women sing like they’re a practiced choir. At the center of the circle, their collective energy creates a white light around Kas. It gets brighter by the second, until it’s impossible to see her. The floating crown shines black with deep purple flames, brighter than the energy Menae release. Five jets of jewel toned fire rise out of the spires high into the night sky. As they touch the crystalline bubble, they expand and turn into spotlights. The spotlights extend to the clouds, breaking them apart like they are nothing more than a simple vapor. The crowd gasps, then claps and cheers at the specta
“Good Morning Alpha!” Diane comes into the apartment with a happy sing-song tone. “Oh, someone’s not thrilled this morning.”“Yeah, how long does teething last again?” I say over Dre’s wailing cries. “I tried everything you told me. He’s been up almost all night.”Diane goes to the kitchen, washes up, then comes back and takes Dre from me. She sits him on her lap, takes her pinky finger, sticks the tip in his mouth and moves it around until she finds the tooth causing his discomfort. She hums a soft tune until he stops wailing and just sniffles at her.“Wh-what did you do?” I look at her in awe.“Just a little pressure on that tooth. Helps ease the pain for a few minutes. Lena showed me how to do it last night. My little Mandi is teething, too. You should see Jordan. He worries about her so much and he already has healer instincts even though he can’t heal her yet. He puts his hands on her cheeks and coos at her.” She puts Dre against her shoulder and rocks him while she pats him on t
The room is still dark with the shades drawn. I can see Kas’s figure under the covers. I motion for Tyree to hold his position and silently step inside letting the door close behind me.“You okay, Baby?” I whisper loudly. The lump under the covers moves slightly, but Kas doesn’t answer me. I take a small step forward and hear a little squeak from under the blankets. It’s a familiar sound, but my mind can’t place when she would have made it before.“Is something wrong with our mate?” Saint paces and whines. “Check on her! Quick!”“Kas?” I approach the bed and see the covers move again, but still no answer. “Saint, just… I don’t know… stay close to the surface?” My heart beats hard as I grab the edge of the blanket trying to prepare myself for whatever is underneath. “One… Two…”“Whoa! Do you smell th-” Saint stops pacing, but it’s too late.“Three!” I throw back the covers and brace myself. The scent that overtakes the room makes me freeze on the spot.Kas is on her back with her eyes
Kas’s POV“Bronx.” I lower my chin and look at him seriously. “If you think I’m going into a team meeting and announcing to everyone that Aphrodite won’t let me touch myself, you’ve lost your mind. There’s no way. It’s bad enough that they are involved in our sex life, or lack thereof. There needs to be boundaries.”“Okay, that’s fair,” He shrugs and tries to look at me, but he has trouble keeping eye contact. “It’s just a theory, though. We need to test it out.”“Lex, he has to be kidding. Right?”“I, uh, I don’t think it’s a joke. Bronx is terrible at telling jokes.” She sounds as skeptical as I feel about the situation. “He looks pretty serious.”Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough for him to walk in on me. Now he wants to see if it’s another trick by Aphrodite? I mean, thank the Goddess I wasn’t using my vibrator. That would have made it infinitely more mortifying. I wonder if it’s possible to actually die of embarrassment? That’s a theory I don’t want to test, but now he wants to
How do I explain Hephaestus to you? Well, I’ll say this much: the man is a damn genius. He’s always inventing something. One time he told me he has inventions in mind, but he needs to create other inventions first in order for those ideas to work. Who thinks like that?Hephaestus is also a proud man. He doesn’t like to talk about his disability and can be temperamental if he thinks people are coddling him. I haven’t read much about him, but I get the sense that people deceived a lot in the past. It hardened him and made him wary of everyone.He mutters under his breath a lot. I tried listening to him one time, but it sounded like it was in Ancient Greek. He keeps a lot of little notebooks that flip open at the top. He has a habit of licking his pencil before he writes while he mumbles. A constant layer of grime covers him and all his belongings. The only exceptions are the contraptions he makes for people. He makes sure he polishes his mechanical inventions to a high shine, as if they
“Sy, are you sure about this?” I wring my hands after handing Dre over to her. “The two of them can be a handful. Especially now that Maya is determined to walk.”“Ironically, this is Arrow’s busy season. I don’t think we’ve ever spent Saint Valentine’s Day together.” She hugs Dre with a big smile and hands him a toy elephant. He takes it and immediately sticks a leg in his mouth, drooling all over the place. “Despite her youthful appearance, Hedone hasn’t been a baby in thousands of years. It will be a pleasant change of pace to babysit. AND you and Bronx deserve a nice evening out.”Out. I haven’t left the pack territory since I came home. The thought of leaving gives me anxiety. A nice evening sounds like a grilled cheese sandwich and falling asleep watching cooking competitions in my pajamas.Bronx comes out of the bedroom adjusting the cuff of his shirt. When he looks up, he stops short and stares at me. “Holy shit.” His mouth drops and he blinks hard. “What? Am I underdressed?