I buried my face into Héctor’s chest as chill sank into my bone marrows.
The God of War had marked me as his object of desire. He’d remove any obstacle to get me, and my demigods stood in his warpath.
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CHAPTER 10
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We’d been lucky thatthe God of War hadn’t known my strength when my shield resisted his Glory. It would have shattered within seconds if he hadn’t pulled back his power.
The demigods had been strained to the extreme to shield me. I could feel their exhaustion. The tension hadn’t left them, even though the god was gone.
We couldn’t always count on luck.
Ares would come to me soon.
I brushed aside that dark thought and hurried toward my friends.
The healers had arrived. They were checking on the students, but I needed to make sure my friends were okay in person.
Héctor pulled me back.
“I must see to my friends,” I growled.
“You first,” the death demigod said. “We need to check you first.”
“I appreciate it,” I said, “but you can’t always treat me like fragile glass.”
Héctor produced a handkerchief and wiped the blood from my nose.
“It was just nosebleed,” I grunted.
The demigods ignored my protests and started to inspect me, hands groping my person. It was an inappropriate place to feel pleasure when they touched me, but my body seemed to be their instrument in any setting. Their touch was like the fire song in my veins, igniting me.
I arched my back and suppressed moans.
“You’ll need to feed soon, Buttercup,” Paxton said as if he was the wise one.
“I won’t feed on any of you today,” I murmured. “You’re all spent, and I’m not a fucking vampire.”
“We’ll be fine, Cookie,” Axel said, trying to conceal the fatigue and lingering anger in his voice.