Siren Daughter (Olympian Exiles Book 1) by Cassie Day

Author:Cassie Day [Day, Cassie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2021-06-15T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

There’s nothing good about being noticed snooping through the halls.

The gods wave when I pass, their smiles easy. Some stop, drawing me into idle chatter. Desma plants herself firmly to one side, refusing to talk to any of them.

When we’re free of a chattering god, Apollo this time, I duck into a servant hall. Desma follows. We reach a hall bare of anyone and finally, I breathe a sigh of relief.

An agonizing week of searching and having sore feet from so much walking has led to not one useful finding. A week gone. Wasted because each time I try to search, some god or another distracts me. And sending Desma alone is no use—they stop her too, no matter how hard she glares.

Hermes turns the far corner, winged sandals carrying him at a swift pace.

My patience is worn thin and with it, my ability to ignore how each and every member of the court goes out of their way to interact with us. I step into his path before I can think better of it.

The moment he spots me, he trips over his own feet, stumbling sideways across the hall. But he can’t stop on time.

Thud. He crashes into the wall. A bone snaps. His ankle, the bone twisting beneath the skin.

Cosmas’ broken nose, unset but healed. The jutting bump at the top where it healed wrong. Did his nose make the same noise?

All the actions the soulless guards could have done to him in this palace tear through my mind. The palace where I’ve been dining and sleeping in while he suffered somewhere nearby. His blood splattered against marble not only in the throne room, but somewhere else too.

Somewhere dark, somewhere cold—to think it bright and pristine as the rest of the palace is too much and not enough.

His ankle snaps again, slotting back into place. The skin surrounding the bone returns to normal, if discolored.

I shake my head, dislodging my thoughts, and stride toward him. I don’t have much time before yet another friendly god strolls by.

“Hermes,” I say.

His head lifts but his stare settles on somewhere past us. He nods once, an excuse already forming on his lips.

“Don’t start.” I smile, all teeth. Stop walking only when I’m directly in front of him. “I have a question for you.”

He jolts, head swinging each way. Searching for a way out. He glances back. Startles, shoulders jumping. Desma’s behind him, arms crossed with a glare settled across her face.

“Am I about to get beaten up?” he asks with a shrill laugh.

Desma’s glare hardens. “Shut up and answer.”

I’ve never loved my cousin more than right now with her glaring at a god so we both get an answer.

Our time prior to Cosmas’ execution was spent alone. Not one god or goddess, Hermes included, waved at us in the halls or stopped for a chat. If not for Charon, we never would have seen anyone except the servants.

“Why is the court so friendly now?” I ask.

He laughs, rubbing a hand along his neck.

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