Page 41 of The Demigod Complex
“He didn’t have a clear view of Leia from where he was standing,” Castor said. “I doubt he was sure of her involvement until he got it out of the nymphs when he attacked them.”
And Kaios thought of her as pathetic and powerless after he took her spring, so likely didn’t suspect her capable of what she’d done.
“The nymphs refused to tell him,” Delilah said.
“They refused?” Leia asked, voice choked.
“Yes,” Delilah confirmed. “That’s why he set the warlock on them…to force their cooperation.”
Her sisters had stood up for her? Before she’d helped save them, and after what she’d done to them? Why?
“Is Kaios after us, too?” Tala asked.
“At least to discredit you for the lie,” Delilah said. “Though I’d say in a peripheral way.”
“Any sign of him?” Tala asked.
“Not yet, but I have my feelers out,” Delilah said.
“We should all be careful until he’s found,” Marrok advised.
There wasn’t much more to discuss. As they hung up, Leia sank back in her seat. “Kaios had the warlock killed. He used the coven.” Anything to make it difficult to trace back to him. He’d done that with her spring, manipulating a god to enact his own revenge.
“What?” Castor knelt down in front of her, hands on her knees, familiar in a way they’d never been in the office before now. And she soaked it up. “Why would you say that?”
“I know that werewolf and his sick mind. We can’t prove Kaios was there that night, but the warlock could have. He’s tying up loose ends.”
“Hopefully he’ll go back down a hole to wherever he came from and stay there.”
She ran her gaze over her demigod’s face, every adored plane. Those amazing eyes looking back at her with tender worry, those kissable lips that could both master and persuade flattened with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify. If she hadn’t known better, she would have said love. Her heart fluttered, but she ruthlessly squashed the hope. Being the object of his attention was like being caught in gravity, orbiting around him.
Only the tension in his hands gave away the fact that he was way more tense than he wanted her to believe.
He’s going to go after him.
Dread wrapped icy hands around her neck, squeezing hard, choking her. Castor was a demigod, programmed to go after monsters. And this particular monster had come after his lover.
Shit.
Why hadn’t she seen this earlier? Castor wasn’t going to risk Kaios coming after her again, and Kaios wasn’t going to quit popping up like evil whack-a-mole. Double down on things getting worse, Kaios saw Castor as a block to getting at her now.
Gods, how could she have been so stupid? Kaios would come after Castor next.
Time to disappear. Again. Only this time, she was forcing that werewolf to face her directly. She wouldn’t let Castor risk his life. Not for her. If he died…
Bile seared her throat.
She pasted a calm smile on her face, the one she’d used with him countless times over the last year. “I’m sure you’re right. He won’t risk poking his head up right now.”
He remained silent, searching her gaze for any hint of her feelings, but she’d mastered keeping people out when she wanted and regarded him with serene patience. Finally, he gave a nod. “Good girl.”
She rose to her feet. “I have emails to get through.”
“Yes.” He stood, too.
She could feel the burn of his gaze as he watched her leave the room and close the door behind her.
She did exactly as she’d said, letting the daily routine of work take over. She went through emails, made calls, and skimmed through a presentation the marketing department wanted to present to Castor next week.
