Page 50 of The Demigod Complex
“Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me. Thank my son.”
Her heart sank at the realization that Castor was trying to get rid of her. “I will.”
Zeus studied her, those sharp eyes taking in every nuance of her appearance. “I can see the appeal.”
Rather than worry she had yet another god on her tail, she could tell he meant it as an impartial observation. “Thank you.”
“You’ve been good for Castor. I thank you.”
She glanced between the two men with wide eyes. “All I’ve done is keep his business life organized.”
He shook his head. “You’ve done much more.”
“Father.” A warning note deepened Castor’s voice.
Leia didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.
Zeus tipped his head. “After my brother releases your spring, you still have a choice, you know.”
“I know.” She did. She’d lived without her spring this long; she was fully aware what her options were.
He searched her eyes. What he found there must’ve pleased him because he gave a satisfied nod. Then he drew her forward and kissed both her cheeks. “Castor is not made of steel, though he’d like you to believe he is,” he murmured in her ear.
She wasn’t entirely sure where he was going with that comment, but she also felt the truth behind the words. “I know that, too.”
He gave her a warm smile. “I believe you do.”
He turned and gave Castor a wave, receiving one in return. “Make good choices,” he called over his shoulder as he sailed out of the room.
Leia swung around to gaze at Castor, who stared right back. She cleared her throat. “Thank you for that.”
He shrugged. “It’s the least I could do.”
She didn’t know what to do with her hands, so she clasped them in front of her. Why was he being distant?
She waved at the door. “I’ll get back to work.”
He moved around his desk, sat, and turned his attention to his computer, effectively dismissing her. “When should I expect your resignation?”
She paused at the doorway. She couldn’t turn to face him, certain he’d see the devastation written on her face. He truly didn’t want her. Granted, she shouldn’t be surprised since they’d never discussed anything beyond a temporary attraction. However, after what he’d said in the glen before Kaios had appeared…apparently, she still had the capacity to hope in vain.
“I’ll call Brimstone today and have my official letter to you before I leave.”
She closed the door behind her with aclick. On unsteady legs, she crossed the office to her desk. She sat, her gaze on her black computer screen, not really seeing it, too preoccupied trying to keep her tears at bay.
Who knew when she finally got her wish to return to her spring granted, she’d be reluctant to go?
After several minutes, when she felt more in control, she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number. “Hello, Delilah…”
Chapter Eighteen
“Are you a total idiot? Or just blind as the Graeae when Perseus stole their eye?”
Castor checked his watch, noting the late hour. How had she known he was still at work? “Hello, Delilah.”
“Leia is perfect for you. What the hell are you doing replacing her?”
