Page 35 of The Demigod Complex
Arms plunged into the water and scooped her out. “Leia?” Castor’s frantic voice penetrated the haze of pain.
She pried open her eyes. “My people are under attack,” she gasped out.
“What are you talking about?”
Through sheer will, she swallowed down the acrid taste of bile and forced the pain from her body. A couple deep breaths and the agony wasn’t gone but pushed back. “Put me down.”
He stood her up, and she ran to the bedroom and started pulling on clothes—whatever was at the top of her suitcase, which happened to be jeans and a black T-shirt.
He followed. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”
“Kaios is attacking the nymphs by the chapel in the woods. He has a warlock. I have to help them.”
Castor didn’t ask more questions. Instead he started pulling on his own jeans and T-shirt.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Coming with you.”
“No—”
“Demigod.” He pointed at his chest. “And your…” She held her breath for whatever else he thought he was to her. “Boss,” he finally said. “I’m coming with you.”
She didn’t argue. In silence they finished dressing, she pulled her hair back in a quick and messy ponytail, and they rushed from the room. Castor pulled out his cell phone. “Marrok. We have a problem.”
He quickly explained the situation to the wolf alpha, then hung up and put his phone in his pocket. “They’ll be right behind us. With help.”
“No help.”
“Why?”
“If their people find out the sign from the gods was a lie, it will ruin everything.”
“You sure?”
No. But the last time she had tangled with Kaios she had lost everything, and everyone, dearest to her. She didn’t want to risk the two alphas. “Yes.”
He pulled out the phone and handed it to her as they reached the car. “You call them. I’ll meet you there.”
She frowned even as she reached for the phone. “How—?”
“I’m a lot faster than any car.” Right. Demigod.
She dialed as she got in the car and strapped in. Marrok picked up immediately and she told him the same thing she’d just told Castor.
“I’m still coming,” Marrok insisted. A female voice sounded from another room. “So is Tala.”
“Okay. But no one else.”
“Agreed.”
She hung up and headed into war.
Chapter Thirteen
“Kaios!” Castor bellowed.
He had made it to the chapel, which appeared peaceful except for the dry-as-a-bone lake and riverbed. Finding no one there, he’d made his way down the path and across the bridge, into the forest. There chaos reigned, and the scent of ill-used magic hung heavy in the air.
