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“It’s a hard no on the vengeance. The person you have problems with just helped me throw a Christmas party.”
“Of course he did,” Castor all but drawls. “He’s just so good like that.”
“Isn’t he?” I ask. “Isn’t he the kind of person you can talk to? Pollux hasn’t told me much about the situation, Castor, but he still cares about you. I think that means something, and I think Cael also—”
“Pollux hasn’t told you much.” His soft words bite. “You would do well not to speak in favor of the person responsible for Polly’s caution where you are concerned. As far as I can tell, it is largely because of Cael he hasn’t told you what you are or what you are capable of. He, too, has let the moth prince indoctrinate his ideals. It’s repulsive that someone made of fear fears what might become of someone if they are given the tools to be everything they were born to be.”
“Don’t listen to him, Mrs. Role. Daddy isn’t afraid that you’ll become what you’re born to be. He wouldn’t be.”
I know that much. Pollux has told me plainly why he’s not telling me what I am yet. If part of his reasoning includes Cael, that doesn’t remove the fact I’m barely managing to contain the stress I have over moving. I don’t want another thing I have to fit into my brain right now.
Like.
I don’t know.
Magic powers and what to do with them.
I still have grading to finish up.
“Hm.” Castor huffs. “If I’m wrong, how would you phrase it, little lamb? What is your daddy afraid of?”
The boy’s ’fraid I’m out of his league. He’s told me that, too, not in so many words.
It’s really nifty not having a toxic relationship.
Now if I could just butt dial him, that would be great.
Andromeda whispers, “I…I don’t know. He hasn’t told me what Mrs. Role is. No one else knows. Only him.”
“Only him. And me.” Castor stretches his fingers at his sides. “My window of opportunity wears thin. You have three more seconds to comply.”
“I need more information,” I state.
“Three.” Castor slowly lifts his hand.
“Castor. I know you are not counting down on m—”
“Two.” He holds his fingers at my eye level.
“Mrs. Role—” Andromeda lifts her hand to mine and looks up at me. “—close your eyes. And don’t open them for any reason.”
“One.”
Castor snaps, and my world goes black.
?
Pollux felt the moment the brush of Kassandra’s unconsciousness appeared, then vanished. The suddenness hit him, violently, like a light flicking on—and off. It made him forget what he was doing, what he was saying, where he was.
Beside him in his parents’ living room, fish swam in front of the glass, chasing the colorful lights that reflected from the Christmas tree. In front of him, his mom and dad sat in their chairs.
The three of them were waiting for Kassandra and Andromeda to get back from the Christmas party at school, so they could all go to dinner.
He’d left the party early to bring some leftover food to his parents—and possibly to further assess whether or not they hated him for stealing their daughter away.
Over the course of the past week, he’d enjoyed the minutes he’d been able to spend with his new father and mother as they helped him arrange Kassandra’s room in his home, but humans could lie. And he was ever the anxious ball of nerves where Kassandra was concerned.
He should not have left her side. Not even for a moment.
