Inwardly, she shook her head as she took in his appearance. Conservative for their race, but relatively modern. Most half-breeds, or Misos, thought Argoleans ran around in Greek togas with grape-leaf wreaths in their hair. They had no idea how similar their worlds were.
“I took a break to bring you a surprise,” her father said. “Thought you could use one. You’ve been preoccupied with work lately.” The disapproval in his voice when he said the word
work
was more than clear, but she ignored it, as she always did.
When he glanced toward the door, her gaze followed. What was he was up to?
Seconds later another head appeared, only this one she most definitely hadn’t wanted to see today of all days.
Loukas smiled, gleaming white teeth flashing against his tanned skin as he straightened and stepped into the office as if he owned it. “Surprise, Callie.”
Callia rose slowly out of her chair, stiffened, though she tried not to show her reaction. She’d always hated the way he took the liberty of calling her Callie, as if he didn’t approve of her real name and was trying to make her into something of his own. “Loukas. What are you doing here?”
His amber eyes flicked over her attire with disapproval; he didn’t like the fact she wore pants. A lock of sandy brown hair fell over his forehead. As far as males went, he was attractive. Average height, fairly good shape, sharp features—but physically or emotionally he’d never done anything for her. And seeing as how she was betrothed to the
ándras
, that wasn’t exactly great news.
He was also dressed in the same conservative
chison
as her father, but then, being as he would soon be
Lord
Lou-kas, the newest elected member of the Council, that wasn’t a surprise either. “I came to invite you to dinner. Tonight. Your cleansing period is almost up. I—” Her father cleared his throat, and Loukas glanced his way. “
We
thought it might be a nice treat for you.”
Callia couldn’t speak. Had it really been ten years already? Mentally, she ticked through time and realized—oh, gods—it had been. Ten years next month. Her stomach tightened. “I…” She cast a quick look at her father, then back to Loukas. “I have a few more weeks, I believe.”
“We know,” her father said, drawing her attention once more. “But it’s been long enough.” He nodded toward Loukas and smiled with pride. “And Loukas happens to have the ear of the Council Leader. Lucian has agreed to this, so long as your binding ceremony doesn’t take place until after the full cleansing cycle is complete.”
Her stomach rolled as she slowly shifted her gaze back to Loukas, standing before her desk looking smug and victorious. He’d been rightly pissed at her after everything that had happened all those years ago, hadn’t really said more than a handful of words to her since the cleansing ceremony and all during the cycle. And secretly she’d hoped maybe he’d decided another
gynaíka
was better suited for him. But that obviously wasn’t the case now. Because here he was, swooping back in to claim his prize. As if she were nothing but a trophy. Exactly as the Council expected Ar-golean females to be. His by right, not by merit.
“So, dinner tonight, Callie,” he said as if it had all been
decided. “Seven o’clock. My house. We have a lot to discuss. Plans to make.” He glanced around her office and didn’t hide his disgust. “I’m sure you’re as eager as I am to get on with the future. Don’t keep me waiting.”
He didn’t even wait for an answer, simply left the room. And what little bit of independence she’d gained these last ten years seemed to drift out with him.
“Lucian is very excited about your upcoming binding,” her father said with eagerness as Callia sank into her chair and tried to breathe. “He’s planning a big celebration.” Simon glanced toward the still-open door and the empty hallway beyond. “Between you and me, I think Lucian’s going to announce his retirement from the Council shortly thereafter and appoint Loukas as his replacement. Loukas has a head full of good ideas. I can’t even begin to tell you how beneficial this will be for our people.”
Callia’s stomach rolled. Yeah. Good ideas. She knew all about Loukas’s
ideas
. Like pushing females into the Dark Ages, taking away their independence, their jobs, stressing that a
gynaíka
’s only worth was to serve the
ándras
in guardianship over her and to produce offspring to populate their race.
“Callia? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I…”
Tell him no, Isadora. Stand up for yourself. Prove him wrong. Prove them all wrong.
Callia’s temple throbbed as her own words from earlier ran back through her mind. Gods, she’d given Isadora advice about the king? What a joke. Callia couldn’t even stand up to her own father.
She closed her eyes, braced both elbows on her desk and rubbed her forehead. She didn’t want to bind herself to Loukas. Didn’t want to bind herself to anyone, for that matter. The only one she’d ever wanted didn’t want her back. And the thought of being intimate with Loukas…Oh, gods, she couldn’t do it.
She dropped her hands, looked up at her father and
opened her mouth to tell him just that. Then stopped short.
He was staring at her with those green eyes that had seen so much and expected even more. Her mother’s death had wounded him badly, and he’d never remarried. Callia’s affair with Zander—and everything that had come after—had nearly broken him. He’d put his reputation with the Council on the line for her. He’d tended her broken body when no one else would. He’d made sure she didn’t die on that Greek mountain. And when it was over, when she had nothing else to live for, he’d arranged a way for her to come home to Argolea. So she could be protected from the daemons in the human world, so she could work at the clinic she’d always loved, so she could have some sort of purpose and life, even if most days she didn’t understand what that purpose was anymore.
He could have turned his back on her like everyone else—Loukas included—but he hadn’t. He’d stayed with her. And ultimately, that was why she’d stayed with him all these long years as well.
A true leader sets aside his personal wants for the good of the whole. And he makes sacrifices. Ones that, in the end, justify all that came before.
The king’s words hit her hard, making sense in a way she’d never expected.
“Callia?” her father asked again. “What’s happened? You looked distraught when I walked in here. Did you come from the castle?”
She nodded, unable to lie to him, at least about this. “Yes. The king called a meeting while I was there. He…”
“What?”
She faltered, unsure she should tell him, then figured, what did it matter? He’d find out on his own soon enough. “He announced the princess’s engagement.”
His mouth closed, and darkness crept over his eyes as realization dawned. “Another Argonaut.” Disgust filled his voice. “Which one this time? Demetrius?”
She shook her head, glanced down at her hands. “No. Isadora is marrying…Zander.”
His silence finally pulled her gaze up. Surprise lit his features as dusk settled over the room.
“I see,” he said finally.
A lump formed in her throat. One she couldn’t get rid of no matter what she tried. “I thought the news would please you.”
He took her hands and pulled her from her chair. Warmth flowed into her arms and the familiar scent of sandalwood assailed her senses. “Nothing that causes you pain pleases me, Callia. Contrary to what you might think, my biggest objection to your relationship with Zander was not simply that he was an Argonaut, but that he used you.”
She blinked as he reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, shocked he was finally discussing Zander with her after all these years, even more shocked he was touching her. She couldn’t remember the last time he’d touched her. Not since…not since Greece.
“You may not want to hear it, but the Argonauts will do anything to undermine the workings of the Council. And you, my daughter, were a way to do just that.”
“That’s not true. Zander would never—”
“He would. And he did. I don’t for a minute doubt that was the motivation behind his seducing you. It worked too, didn’t it? Your…situation…drew attention away from the important social issues the Council had been working on at the time. They had to deal with you and the Argonauts, me and the fallout. Even the king’s sudden interest in Council workings. It’s taken years for them to regain the headway they lost because of your scandal.”
The king had known? The blood drained from Callia’s cheeks. He’d never said a word to her about it. All these years, she thought her history with Zander had been private.
“But besides all that,” her father went on, his voice softening just a touch. “Even if Zander’s intentions had been
honorable, which they were not, he could never appreciate you for what you are, because he does not come from the same background you do. It’s in his genetics not to care about females or family. His own parents didn’t want him, for gods’ sakes. All he knows is fighting. And doing what he damn well pleases. You can’t fight bloodlines, Callia. His are too strong. His link to the gods too close. He never needed you. Not really. And I never wanted you to fall victim to the rage that’s from his line. I suppose for Isadora, he’s a good match, but not for you. I want more for you.”
Tears burned Callia’s eyes. Tears she definitely didn’t need today on top of everything else. Why did he have to sound so damn rational when what he wanted was so wrong?
“Loukas,” he went on, “now, he understands where you come from. He understands our history and he’s dedicated to rebuilding Argolea into what it once was. He will cherish you in the way you should be cherished. This binding with Loukas, it’s a good thing for you. It’s a good thing for us. You know that, don’t you?”
As her father waited and his words sank in, the scars on her back tingled. The ones she didn’t think of most days because their pain had faded so far in her memory. But now they stood out in stark contrast to the rest of her skin. And she remembered why she had them. How she’d gotten them. And what they represented.
Sacrifices. That’s what life came down to. Not happiness. Not completion. Not love. Life kept going because there were those in the world willing to sacrifice their wants and needs for the good of the rest.
I am not a leader, your majesty.
Not yet. But maybe one day…
Her heart thumped hard in her chest as she thought about the road behind her and the one ahead. No, she didn’t want to bind herself to Loukas, but maybe the king was right. By doing so, perhaps she could figure out a way to help the females of their world. Or at the very least, find a
way to keep Loukas from oppressing them the way she feared he would, with no one else to challenge him.
She looked up at her father. And knew she was doing the right thing, even if it hurt her heart. “I realize it’s…what must be done.”
A smile spread across Simon’s face, a victorious grin so like Loukas’s, it chilled her blood. He gripped both of her arms at the shoulders, squeezed gently. “Perfect. You’ll see, Callia. This is the start of a whole new life for you. With your cleansing period over, there’s no reason to even think about the past again.”
The singsong tones of his words seemed to hang in the air, even as he said good-bye and left the room. And alone, Callia turned to look out the window again toward the Aegis Mountains, which were now completely hidden by clouds.
Something of great value.
The myth drifted into her mind again. That past her father was so ready for her to forget was the only thing left that she valued. That and the memory of a love she’d once known and the child she hadn’t. She could sacrifice a lot of things, herself included, but never the memory of either of those. And not her father, not Loukas, not even the reality that Zander was marrying another could ever convince her to do so.
“Holy fucking Hera.” The air seemed to leave Titus’s lungs on a gasp as he and Zander stood in the center of what used to be a small town high in the Cascade mountain range and stared at the destruction.
One dirt road led into the isolated settlement. No cars or vehicles could be heard through the trees. Around them everywhere, dead bodies littered the ground. But they weren’t just Misos. There were humans, half-eaten and mutilated, scattered throughout the carnage as well.
“Fuck me,” Zander said as he took it all in. The rotting carcasses, the blood-stained ground. The stench of death.
This was much worse than any scene he’d come across in over eight hundred years.
Atalanta’s wrath was growing—and innocent lives were paying for it. When she’d still been confined to the Underworld, her daemons had hunted Misos to send their souls to Tartarus as payment to Hades for Atalanta’s immortality. But thanks to Casey and Isadora, Atalanta was no longer immortal. Now she was determined to create as much suffering as possible in her need for vengeance against the Argonauts. All because she’d been banned from the group millennia ago.
Zander thought the body near his feet had at one time been a human woman, but it was now nothing more than mangled flesh and organs. His stomach rolled. The daemons also killed to feed. Theron had warned that the daemons would become more aggressive and start hunting humans as well as Misos in their need to regain the strength they were no longer getting from the Underworld.
Now, as he looked out at the gruesome sight around him, Zander believed it. He also knew the war had shifted for good. For hundreds of years he’d roamed this earth
thinking
he was protecting humans. Now he was doing it for real.
Across the bloodied field, he spotted Theron talking with a man as big as he was, waving his hands and pointing off toward the tree line. Nick, Zander realized as he and Titus drew closer, the leader of the half-breed colony in this part of the world. Zander had met Nick before, a week ago, when he’d been sent to the Pacific Northwest with Titus to run patrol in these mountains. So far his interactions with the half-breed had been limited, but there was a whole lot about Nick that just didn’t add up.