Page 40 of The Demigod Complex
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Afterward, they managed to shower and dress quickly. Luckily, she’d packed extra clothes for their trip. She donned a dark brown pantsuit with matching jacket, one of her favorites because of the wide belt and oversize buttons which gave the jacket a certain flare. Castor, always immaculate for work, emerged from his closet looking especially fine in a gray suit with subtle pin striping, a matching vest, and a deep red tie.
Unable to help herself, she crossed the room and fiddled with the tie, getting it just right. Lifting her gaze, she encountered tender affection in his which about stopped her heart.
Leia gave a satisfied nod. “Better.” She stepped back, giving herself space. “I need to get my car. Can you drop me off?”
Before the trip, he’d picked her up and taken them both to the airport. He cocked his head. “I’ll drive us both to the office.”
“I’d rather drive myself.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
Was there annoyance in his voice? “This thing between us is private. Showing up at the office together is not exactly the best way to keep it that way.”
His lips flattened. “Are you embarrassed to be with me?”
Demigods and their pride. “Absolutely not. However, wearestill employer and employee.” She waved a hand between them. “At least in the office. Let’s enjoy this privately for a while before complicating things. Okay?”
And in case he tired of her quickly. She’d rather keep that to herself. Although she couldn’t reconcile a cold, calculated love-her-and-leave-her with the man she knew Castor to be. But, in her experience, sex changed all the rules. Changed people.
What if ithadjust been the pheromones?
Her adamant denial that she wasn’t embarrassed must’ve mollified him, because he stopped scowling. He wasn’t happy either, but he also didn’t push it. “Okay. I think I get it.”
After grabbing her car, they both headed into the office, where they first called Tala and Marrok, then got Delilah on the phone.
“You have all of us on speaker,” Leia told her.
“There’s been a development since I called earlier.”
Leia’s heart dropped into her stomach and rattled around in the hollowed-out emptiness there.
Castor trailed a hand down her arm, the action soothing, but she couldn’t help glancing at the glass wall of the conference room. No one was walking by, but they could have been.
“What kind of development?” he asked.
“The warlock is dead.”
“What?” The question shot out of her before she could say it in a calm, rational manner.
“I guess the Covens Syndicate didn’t want to anger the gods. They sent Greyson Masters, their best hunter, after him.”
“I guess that takes care of that.” Marrok’s dry tone came across loud and clear over the speaker.
“Before he died, we did get some information from him. Based on his comments, it sounds as though Kaios’s appearance had two purposes. He’d discovered Leia was alive and has been stalking her for some time. In addition, it sounds as though the werewolves truly are concerned about Tala and Marrok’s mating.”
Marrok’s voice came over the speaker. “But werewolves are outside the Federation of Packs. What do they care?”
“My guess is there’s concern because your mating gives you too much power within the wolf-shifter community,” Delilah said. “Creating the biggest individual pack within the Federation. I should’ve seen that coming when I suggested it to you.”
Castor, leaning fisted hands on the conference table, shook his head. “He used that as an excuse to get close to Leia.”
Made sense. Leia closed her eyes briefly. If the werewolf had manipulated Poseidon, he’d do the same to his own people to get what he wanted. Her dead, it seemed.
“But why go after the nymphs?” Leia asked as she opened her eyes.
Delilah spoke. “According to the warlock, Kaios wasn’t sure of Leia’s involvement at the ceremony. He needed proof to take back to the werewolves. Though more to get permission to kill Leia from what we could gather.”
