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He smiles and looks down.

Damn, the man is gorgeous. How could I not be attracted to him?

His dark hair and hypnotic eyes that I refuse to actually meet now. His massiveness. He moves toward me.

My breath hitches.

Is he hitting on me?

My back hits the wall, and his smirk widens. His hand raises, and I stop breathing altogether. Then the torch is set back in its place. “Sorry, had to return the fire. You’ll need it tomorrow.”

“Oh, right, yup, thought so, yup.” Did I say “yup” twice, really?

He nods and holds out his hand. “Dinner? I know we skipped lunch.”

“Will we have visitors?” I ask.

“We always do.” He shrugs.

“Because you’re so kind?” I suggest.

He lowers his head and gives me a sad look. “Because they really can’t help the loneliness time brings.”

CHAPTER 11

CYRUS

“Sometimes it’s best not to take an adventure. Not all end in life.” --Anubis

Iimagine dinner will be no different tonight than it often is. I want solitude, yet I never get it.

I’m sure I’m being surly.

And I know Cleo will be here soon while everyone gathers yet again for what has now become a nightly instead of a weekly thing as everything progresses.

They truly can’t help themselves.

They want to watch.

They want to see if I fail like they did.

They question if this will be different, but they know it never will be. This truly is just life and how legends are made and created, written down into silly stories into even sillier books.

That’s my life, my existence.

Balance. Order. Repeat.

And now, blissfully—The End.

Something is different this time—I’m different. I’m sad. I’m tired. And I know that there is more devastating news to come to her, more than she might be able to handle despite how strong I believe she can be. Honestly, she took the appearance of Anubis very well. I was shocked. I wasn’t going to wipe her memory clean but I wanted her to read her brother’s research and selfishly I wanted a taste. I wanted it so bad. I thought I’d taste fear but all I tasted was curiosity and nervousness with a huge bout of lust. It was nearly impossible to pull away from her. Probably a cruel joke from Olympus. They want me to fail at the finish line—none of the descendants of Chaos have been tempting and I refuse to make her the first.

I told her to dress nicely, which seems almost more cruel. Setting someone up for failure, to look pretty before the blood shows, look nice in front of your enemies, pretend they’re your friends. Yes, it’s cruel.

And she doesn’t disappoint when she walks into the dining room in a simple black sweater dress with matching short kitten heels. Her hair is still pulled back, but she’s added some tempting pink lipstick.

Damn, if she only knew.

I lift my glass to her. “Welcome.”

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