Whom the Gods Hate (Of Gods & Mortals Book 2) by Perry M. M

Author:Perry, M. M. [Perry, M. M.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2013-09-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Gunnarr rejoined the group in a courtyard just beyond the docks. He sat down on a stone bench across from Cass. It was frustrating to be so close to her, yet to have her look at him as if she’d never met him. He tried to remind himself that the spell would be broken soon, but it was difficult. He had spent years looking for her, yet here she was, not even vaguely happy about their reunion.

They were in a quiet flower garden that Anya had suggested would afford them sufficient privacy. She appeared eager to be out of the sight of others. In particular she wanted Manfred to remain inconspicuous. The rest of the group didn’t quite understand why, but since Manfred had voiced no objection, they assumed it must be important enough when the normally stubborn Djinn comply so readily.

Gunnarr could still hear the bustle of the docks and the markets, but it was muffled by the buildings around them and the lush vegetation. The sounds of the bees collecting pollen was a stark contrast to the tense feeling of the group. They had completed the task they had set out to do—a long, arduous chore that had left them all drained—but the end result was less than what they’d hoped for. The feeling of satisfaction from a mission accomplished was there, at least fleetingly when they first saw Cass, but it had been ripped from them when her eyes were empty of recognition. Frustrated was not a strong enough word to describe how Gunnarr’s group felt.

Viola and Nat managed to wrangle their discouraged thoughts into check. Cass was a friend to both, but the connection they had made all those years ago was nothing compared to Gunnarr’s, so it was easier for them.

Viola wished to be praised as being part of a heroic group, a warrior in her own way, but she realized the pettiness of that desire and knew she would never voice it aloud. She chided herself for such foolish thoughts. A warrior sought neither honor nor praise, she reminded herself. Then she couldn’t help but think that was why she’d never really be a warrior. Deep inside she knew her motives were all wrong. She wanted people to admire her for her abilities.

Nat was upset for all the normal reasons. He was angry there was nothing they could do to help. It was maddening to be so helpless to aide another in need, particularly one who he looked up to and admired. Should Cass fall prey to a god’s whimsy again, what good could he do? He pushed aside these thoughts of self-doubt and concentrated instead on the task at hand, knowing that he would do whatever it took to restore the Cass he knew and admired. That, he knew, would be what she needed no matter what.

Gunnarr was the most visibly upset. Considering he was Braldashadian, this was even more troubling to his young friend, Nat. Gunnarr’s people lived hard lives and weren’t prone to outbursts of emotion.

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