But once we did that, what did I have to look forward to? I didn’t care about anything. Not since…
Eyes screwed up tight, I took a few quick breaths and slammed my palm onto the seal again.
Nothing happened.
Opening one eye, I squinted at the seal. Had I missed it? Put my hand in the wrong place? I shifted my grip, making sure my palm was on the image of me in the chariot.
Nothing.
Well, that was fucking weird. I had, however, carried that stone all the way back from Whitby and only had a vision when Leo held my hand.
What was that all about?
Leo. Leo. Magical, little witch. In the distance, I heard a laugh. Ducking down to stare out the window, I caught sight of her and Pollux, tromping over a hill. They were pretty far out, but the wind seemed to catch her voice, and spin it through the air to land back here.
“Stalker.” Paris’s voice held a hint of bitterness.
“Don’t you have a sonnet to write?” I didn’t bother looking at him.
“It doesn’t work without her,” he said.
I realized I still had my hand on the seal, and I snapped my arm back. But I’d already given too much away.
“She’s with Pollux. He made a move. Who would have thought?”
I huffed a noise. Not a yes, or a no, just a noise. “Jealous?” I asked when the silence went on too long.
“Always,” he answered.
I was glad I wasn’t looking at him, because he would have seen the shock on my face.
“Don’t be so shocked.” Shit. I guessed I hadn’t hid it as well as I meant. “Isn’t that my m.o? The guy in love with love? But when it comes down to it—”
“Fuck off with that pathetic-me shit, Paris. If you want her, go get her. Pollux doesn’t stand a chance against you.”
“What are you yelling about?” Orestes asked.
Great. Shoving my fists against my hips, I blew out a breath toward the ceiling. “I don’t have time for you two idiots. If you like Leo, just tell her. Or fight it out. Or fucking—I don’t know—shove it down and just keep watching her like a puppy, I don’t give a shit.”
Orestes was quiet, and then the son of a bitch smiled. He’d been so morose the last few days, this look scared the shit out of me.
“What?”
Glancing at Paris, he crossed his arms and lifted his eyebrows. “You know what.”
The fuck I did. “Get out of my way.” I went toward the stairs, but Paris stopped me with a hand to my chest.
Through narrowed eyes, he studied me. Then he smiled. “I get it now.”
“Gods. I don’t understand either of you. Now, move out of the way. I’m hungry.”
“Achilles. You didn’t kill her.” Paris didn’t drop his hand, and he didn’t move out of my way. And it was pissing me off.
“Yeah. No shit. If I wanted her dead, she’d be dead.”
“Exactly.” Orestes had the nerve to smile even bigger, showing off every stupid white tooth in his head. I was going to knock them out, so he better enjoy them while he had them. “You changed your mind. You like her.”
“I don’t fucking like her,” I scoffed. I blew out a breath and shook my head. “You’re crazy. I don’t even know her.”