Page 55 of Martyr
“Youarea disappointment!” She shakes her head. “And some things are better left unspoken.”
Like how he fell in love with her?
“God, I understand why we didn’t get along.” Saint screws up his face in disgust. “If you acted like this all the time.”
“Enough.” Kade’s voice slices through their argument. His gaze locks on Saint. “She’s protecting you. She’s always protecting you.”
Oh, how the tides turn. Kade’s expression is intense, completely serious, and all his body language is zeroed in on Saint.
Hell, I’ve been on the receiving end of a similar look. Just, you know, without the sexual tension behind it, too. It’s hard not to fold when he gets like that.
A flush works its way up Saint’s neck. He’s clearly feeling the effects.
Artemis rolls her eyes at them, the conversation—err, argument—clearly over for the moment. She returns to her position, flinging the blanket back on her lap. She sets the wine aside, and it’s hard to miss how her fingers linger at the crook of her elbow.
Guilt worms through me at all the signs of her addiction we didn’t see.
“It’s going to be different when we go back,” I say in a low voice.
Her head whips around.
I focus on her hand, then switch back to her warm brown eyes.
She bites her lip and carefully nods.
My burner phone buzzes in my pocket. I picked one up while Saint and I were in town, and my one text was to Daniel so he could connect me with everyone. I slide it out now and scan the text.
Daniel: 911. Call me.
I jump to my feet and hit the button to dial him back, striding out of the room. I don’t know where to go, just that I’m not a hundred percent sure Kade should overhead whatever I’m about to say.
“Reese?” Daniel asks.
I roll my eyes. “Yes. Obviously.”
“Not obviously. Quick: who did you ask the Olympians to rescue in Emerald Cove?”
“An old friend.” I narrow my eyes. “Do I need to elaborate?”
“No, that is acceptable. I’m passing you over to Jace King.”
I end up in Kade’s room. Well, Tem’s room, I suppose.
“This is Jace,” a deep baritone voice says a moment later. “We’re sending a boat for you, Artemis, and Saint.”
My body tenses. “Why?”
“There’s been a new development—it seems that Gabriel knows where you are.”
I stare off into the middle distance. The room is dark, but outside is awash with the almost gray luminance of falling snow. “I imagine that’s a problem.”
“Saint killed Ouranos’ brother. We suspect Gabriel or Kade have been given orders to bring him in. And now that our hiding place has been uncovered, it’s best you all return on your own terms.”
I swallow. I can’t say I know Jace—hell, he still lands squarely in thestrangercategory. The only reason I trust what he’s saying are the stories I heard during my time spent with Daniel and Saint—before the amnesia accident—plus, he’s considered Tem’s family. That automatically gives him some points.
“When?”
“Boat’s on its way.”
