Page 103 of Twisted Legacy

“I’m not worried about Finn. I know what he’s going to do to you.”

“Then this hug you’re giving me is out of what? Jealousy?”

“That he’s fucking you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

I grind my ass against him. “I don’t have to. You’re doing it for me.”

He pushes me away, and I turn to face him. Laughing at the look of disgust on his face. “Your brain might not like me, and you might’ve blamed your reaction to me on the drugs in our system the last time, but you look stone cold sober right now. You know exactly what Finn sees in me.”

I slip off my gloves and stomp towards the doors. “But don’t worry, Coxsucker. There’s plenty of dick on campus, so I’ll never be forced to endure either of your touches again.”

I shove past Finn on my way out, flipping him off as the doors hiss closed.

Chapter60

Thea

Winter break started eight days ago. I thought I was getting a full month of vacation from all the legacy minions. I was wrong. Six of them showed up on campus today. Whether they’ve moved back into the dorms or not is unclear. But they’re here at The Rock, so I won’t be sitting at that table today. Shrimp scampi was on the menu, and I’m not about to let them ruin my meal.

Finn wanders over to my table and slides into the seat across from me. Before he can utter a word, I ask, “Are you lost?”

“Lost? No. But I am on a journey much like Odysseus trying to get home to his one true love.”

“Okay…. So I’m gonna go out on a limb and say this table is one of the challenges you face on your way to Ithaca. Which one?”

“Pet. You know your Greek poems?”

“Doesn’t everyone know that one and The Iliad?”

“Finn!”

Right on cue. The minute he breathes in my direction, somebody has something to say. With a twist of my lips and a grand sweep of my hands, I say, “And there goes Penelope. The deceiver of men awaiting your return. Off you go, Odysseus. The contests await.”

Finn looks at me, that boyish smile I haven’t seen since my return, firmly in place. “If you’re casting the roles, what does that make you, Pet?”

“Take your pick of whichever calamity you want.”

“Go on.”

“I represent the distractions, the pitfalls, the obstacles you encounter along the way. Call me Siren, Poseidon, Cyclops. Chronos.”

“Time.”

“That’s right. And you’re wasting it sitting here.”

“Or perhaps you’re Helene.”

“Treacherous cheating bitch? Yeah. Pax definitely casts me in that role.” I purse my lips as if thinking, then say, “But then so did you.” I flutter my fingers and say, “So off you go. Save yourself.”

He stands and comes to my side of the table. “Helene was a woman worth going to war over. Of course, I think Marlowe says it best.” He leans forward, brushing his lips against my ear.

“Sweet Helene, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!”

Eloise has had enough of being ignored. She’s finally made it to this side of the metaphorical sea. “Finn. What are you doing over here?”

“Discussing poetry.”

I blink several times, digesting what he said before she interrupted, then smile. “You’re welcome.”

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