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I was such a fucking pussy even thinking these thoughts, acknowledging I felt something. Part of me just wanted to say,fuck it all, and sweep her into my arms and speak my mind. Tell her I wanted her by my side, that I didn’t worry about getting my heart torn out and trampled on. But I couldn’t do it because I lived with the fear of what I’d already been through.
Elyse flashed in front of me as if my thoughts had conjured her up, and I closed my eyes, letting the memories of her push away the darkness that came with my link to X. I liked how I felt around her. Light. Happy.
Like I could be enough.
But I couldn’t accept that. I couldn’t be with her. I opened my eyes again, and the warmth disappeared. The darkness returned, and I swore out loud.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I got up and stomped back into the house. What was I supposed to do with this shit? Stopping myself from loving her wasn’t working. Zeus knew I tried. But being with her was dangerous. I was strong now—after I’d put myself back together when Persephone had told me I wasn’t enough for her. I’d scraped together every sad piece of me that had shattered and rebuilt myself. As best as I could. And maybe I wasn’tenoughfor Elyse, considering she had three other men in her life.
I wasn’t going to be able to do this again. I sure as fuck didn’t want to suffer that humiliation and sorrow again.
I opened the closet and grabbed my leather jacket. It made me look slick, and I appreciated some of the fashions the humans came up with. Leather and weapons were a great combo. Why hadn’t the gods thought of it?
Without thinking about where I was going, I closed my eyes and disappeared into a scramble of divine power, shooting through the air, going wherever the wind took me.
When I took form again, I stood outside the training center where Elyse worked out, cloaked in morning light.
Fuck, I couldn’t trust myself anymore, could I? Seeing her wasn’t what I wanted.
Or maybe it was.
Whatever.
The center was closed, anyway. It was a Sunday. The humans took days off. They had to cherish every moment when they were only alive for so many years.
I was on my way out again when I stopped. Magic danced over my nape, and power called to me.
She was here. The place was shut, but she was in there. I walked to the front door and tested the handle, but it was locked. When I looked through the window, I found her inside, working with weapons I hadn’t seen people use in years.
A scythe? That was new.
And pretty damn hot, the way she wielded the thing.
I looked around. There were no humans in sight. And no Heracles or any of the others inside, either.
Elyse was alone. And suddenly, I didn’t want to be. So I poofed my way inside the training center. Elyse wasn’t the only one who could be somewhere she didn’t belong. It made me think of the time I snuck her into the police station to devour her pussy.
What a thrill it had been, and the memory stayed with me.
Every time with her had been exciting.
I stood in the corner, cloaked by the shadows of early morning, and watched her work. The scythe was new, but every time she died, I realized she used something new—like a pattern of regrowth. This addition, I liked.
I didn’t know how long she’d been working with the new toy, but she moved as if she knew exactly what she was doing, as if she’d used it for years. She was faster, stronger. More than anything, I’d seen her do this before. She moved around the room with a speed and agility that would easily cause damage, even against the toughest of adversaries.
X would be in trouble if she went up against him.
But he knew that. I could feel it in my bones. He was preparing, just as she was. He wasn’t going to go down without a hell of a fight. In fact, he didn’t plan to go down at all.
“Elyse,” I said, stepping out of the shadows.
She shot toward me, the scythe suddenly at my neck. It wasn’t going to kill me, but the power that surrounded her, the aggression behind her attack, was enough to instill fear. I sensed the tendrils of it, trying to claw at my divine power. If I were anything other than immortal, I’d be in all kinds of trouble.
“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she reprimanded when she realized who I was. “Jesus, I could have hurt you.”
I chuckled. “Not likely. But you would have done damage. You’re pretty good with that thing.”
She frowned at me. “Why are you so nice lately?”
