Hecate's Spell by Lacey Carter Andersen

Author:Lacey Carter Andersen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Phoenix Press LLC
Published: 2020-11-12T16:00:00+00:00

14

Hecate

I awake feeling warm, and I’m never warm. It instantly sends terror racing through my heart, and I spring to my feet, stumbling away. Had Hades sent one of his demons to fuck me again? Had he allowed a prisoner in to touch my hair while I slept, knowing how unsettled it would make me? Or is it something more sinister?

In a crouch, I blink away sleep and take in my surroundings. Blaise and Orion are staring at me, while cooking something over the fire. They both have matching expressions of “what the hell?” on their faces. My heart slows down, and I rise from my crouching position.

“Uh, good morning?” Blaise says.

I turn away from him and stumble to the small pool of water. Scooping my hands in, I lift it to my face and inhale deeply. It smells fresh. I splash it into my face, cleaning my skin and the frightening thoughts from my mind, and don’t turn back around until I’ve calmed.

Then, head held high, I come back and sit down on my blankets. It’s the first time I realize that there was a sleeping bag on top of me. Frowning, I look at the two men and realize that Orion must have covered me in the night. For a complete asshole who seems to hate me, it was a strangely kind gesture.

“What are you making?” I ask, staring at the skillet over the fire.

“Eggs and bacon,” Blaise says, grinning, then adds, “Okay, so dehydrated eggs and some kind of bacon jerky, but it shouldn’t be too bad.”

My mouth drops open. “Can I have some when it’s done?”

Blaise gives me a strange look. “Everything we brought, we’ll share with you. We’re not going to make food and watch you starve.”

“Thank you,” rushes out of my mouth, and the guys exchange another glance I don’t understand.

Then I sit on my hands to keep from reaching for the pan. Eggs. Bacon. I can’t believe it. How many years had it been since I tasted those things? I crave it like a drug, and my entire body shakes as I wait.

“Since you can’t eat anything down here, did you just starve?” Orion asks.

I finally force myself to look at him over the flames, and my heart races. He looks so damn much like Andros that it seems impossible. The cut of his jaw, the arch of his brows. And yet this Orion has longer hair, not too long, more like a man who hasn’t cut it in too long. And his eyes aren’t pale, they’re a dark brown that’s nearly black. But more than that, he seems...different from Andros. My gargoyle is broken inside, but also sweet and loving, while on the outside he is harsh and cruel. This Orion seems harsh and cruel, inside and out, and yet my heart speeds up when I look at him.

I lick my lips, and his gaze follows the movement. “No, I ate. Persephone’s maids brought me food whenever they could.”

“Why would the Queen of the Underworld do that?” he asks, frowning.

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