Page 45 of Fighting Fate

“What?” I ask him.

He grins, shaking his head. “Nothing. You’re just really pretty.”

My cheeks grow warm at his compliment.

He pulls onto the gravel driveway and my heart races.

“I’m going to miss having you around after you catch the bad guy,” I tell him, but wonder if I should’ve admitted it.

He doesn’t say anything. He just reaches over the center console and grabs onto my hand. I’d like to think that’s his way of saying he’ll miss me too.

When we pull into the parking lot at school, I’m not surprised to see a lot of white dresses and guys wearing togas.

Hunter laughs.

“I guess I don’t look as ridiculous as I thought,” I comment.

He turns to me. “You make these other kids look like they’re playing dress up. You look like the real thing, Cove.”

Hunter gets out of the car and I breathe for a second while he walks around the car. I know better than to get out before he opens the door for me. He stands by my door, looking around for a moment before opening it. He extends his arm for me and I loop my arm through his.

“Maybe I should’ve worn a toga,” Hunter says.

I bust out laughing.

The thought of him in a toga is hilarious.

“What? How else am I supposed to be the Hephaestus to your Aphrodites?” Hunter asks.

“Who?”

“Her husband in Greek mythology,” he clarifies.

“She had a husband?” I ask. “I thought she kind of dated around.”

Hunter laughs. “Yeah, okay. The Greeks were weird.”

I nod, agreeing with his statement.

“But I still like the dress. Aphrodite can’t hold a candle to you.”

I roll my eyes.

Hunter calls me trouble, but if anybody is trouble, it’s him.

The thing.

I try to walk into the bathroom later that morning, but Hunter puts a hand on my arm, stopping me. I am confused when he walks in first. I follow him and watch him lean against the wall.

“Uh, what are you doing?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“Waiting for you,” he answers.

“I am not going to pee with you in the room.” I throw my hands up, giving him a perplexed look.

“I can’t leave you alone,” he says.

I cross my arms over my chest, staring him down.

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