Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” His gaze tracks to me. “You saw the value in Eris before I did.”
“Yep.” She takes my hand again. “Gods, but I’m happy that you’re okay. I was so fucking worried.”
Far be it from me to miss an opportunity. I give her a sweet smile. “Does that mean you’re moving in? Both of you?”
“Yeah.” Theseus laughs. “Yeah, where the fuck else would I go?”
Pandora raises a single brow. “This isn’t going to be one of those things where I move in with you and you suddenly expect monogamy, is it?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I meant it when I said I won’t try to shove you into a box. I can’t pretend there won’t be hiccups and missteps, but if you want to bring people back to the apartment—”
“No,” Theseus cuts in. “It’s a security risk.”
“If you want to bring people back to the apartment,” I talk over him, “then that’s more than fine. I want it to feel like home to you, whatever that means.”
Pandora snorts. “Theseus looks like he’s about to hog-tie me, so let’s table this discussion for later.”
“Deal.” The fact that there will be a later is still processing. I touch my bandage again. I’m alive. More than that, I have a future that I barely dared dream about. One I thought completely impossible for me.
Adonis slips back into the room and gives us a quick update. We’ll be here for a bit. Apparently stab wounds aren’t something you can just check out of a hospital with the same day you’re admitted…especially if they’re stomach wounds.
“Eris.”
I focus on Theseus. “Yes?”
“You don’t have to.” He looks markedly uncomfortable, which means he’s about to try to be sweet or comforting. “Resign, I mean. I can’t pretend I know your whole history, but you fought hard to get that title. You shouldn’t have to give it up.”
That’s the thing. It doesn’t feel like giving up anything. It feels like a release. “You said Minos made you feel like a weapon. My father did the same.” Gods, why is this so hard to say? “I’m done being a weapon for other people. I’m not going to pretend I won’t keep fighting for Olympus, but I…don’t want it to be this way. Or the way I was. I want something else. I want you. All of you.”
For the first time in my life, I want love.
Not power.
More, I can have it. With these three. Together.