panties.
My sharp intake of air echoed through the room. He seriously wasn’t kidding about teasing me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, uncertain whether I wanted him to come back up or continue going down. Hayden smiled smugly at my dilemma.
A flash of lightning charged through the room and Zeke suddenly appeared in front of the fireplace. The moment he saw us in the precarious position on the couch his eyes widened and cheeks burned.
“What the fuck Zeke!” Hayden hissed, crawling forward and holding my shirt closed with his hands.
“Sorry.” Zeke averted his eyes toward the ceiling. “I didn’t expect you two to be getting hot and heavy in the living room.”
Hayden’s eyes sparked, but started to fade. “Just turn around idiot.”
Surprise swirled inside. I thought Hayden would have gone full on flaming the moment Zeke appeared. The two brothers hadn’t had contact in months since we visited Mt. Olympus after Hecate’s spell was broken.
Hayden helped me button my shirt and pulled my skirt down before retrieving his shirt and tossing it over his head. “You can turn around now,” he growled.
Zeke faced us, his blue eyes lingering over me a little too long for Hayden’s liking as demonstrated by the deep snarl he released.
“What is it Zeke?” I asked, breaking the thickening tension.
He took a deep breath, a glint of worry entering his eyes. “Have you heard or seen Ixion yet?”
Hayden shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Neither have we.” Zeke rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m trying to lay low and do nothing, but this silence is worrying me.”
Hayden shrugged noncommittally.
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want to do?” I asked Zeke.
“I’m worried about what Ixion might do.” He fixed Hayden with a pointed look. “What if he comes after Hartley to hurt Hera or get to her somehow?”
My brows lifted. “Is that possible?”
Hayden chewed on his bottom lip. “I’ve considered it, but I doubt he’ll do that. If he’s been listening he knows Hera isn’t exactly mother of the year. She did in fact try to kill Hartley.”
“Still. She also saved her from Ares.”
I grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”
Zeke shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted nervously on his feet. “Maybe you should consider letting Hartley come to Mt. Olympus for safety.”
Hayden shot to his feet, his eyes flaming again. “You’ll use any damn excuse to get close to my girlfriend,” he snarled.
Zeke didn’t exactly deny it. “I want to keep her safe too.”
Flames spread down his shoulders. “Hartley’s safety is none of your business Zeke. She isn’t your little prophecy girl anymore. She’s with me ! Get the fuck over it.”
“Hayden…”
The flames on his shoulders suddenly died. At first I thought he was attempting to remain calm on my behalf, but fury still morphed his face, giving no indication that was his intent at all. If not, why did his fire fizzle out?
Hayden
I gnawed on the end of my pen as I sat restlessly in class. If I chewed on it any harder it would bust, exploding ink all over my mouth. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute, trying to figure out what was happening to my powers. First I lost consciousness and now my fire was fizzling out. I was god of the Underworld. I couldn’t lose my powers. It wasn’t possible. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
I was sure of it.
I needed to figure it out before Hartley persisted with her questions all the while worry growing on her beautiful face.
A tap hit my shoulder and I spun around to find Reese staring at me with a pair of dark, knowing eyes. “What?” I hissed.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
One dark brow arched, disappearing into his hair. “Something is off with you. What’s going on?”
Shit. Not him too. “Not a damn thing,” I lied.
Reese cocked his head to the
My sharp intake of air echoed through the room. He seriously wasn’t kidding about teasing me.
My fingers tangled in his hair, uncertain whether I wanted him to come back up or continue going down. Hayden smiled smugly at my dilemma.
A flash of lightning charged through the room and Zeke suddenly appeared in front of the fireplace. The moment he saw us in the precarious position on the couch his eyes widened and cheeks burned.
“What the fuck Zeke!” Hayden hissed, crawling forward and holding my shirt closed with his hands.
“Sorry.” Zeke averted his eyes toward the ceiling. “I didn’t expect you two to be getting hot and heavy in the living room.”
Hayden’s eyes sparked, but started to fade. “Just turn around idiot.”
Surprise swirled inside. I thought Hayden would have gone full on flaming the moment Zeke appeared. The two brothers hadn’t had contact in months since we visited Mt. Olympus after Hecate’s spell was broken.
Hayden helped me button my shirt and pulled my skirt down before retrieving his shirt and tossing it over his head. “You can turn around now,” he growled.
Zeke faced us, his blue eyes lingering over me a little too long for Hayden’s liking as demonstrated by the deep snarl he released.
“What is it Zeke?” I asked, breaking the thickening tension.
He took a deep breath, a glint of worry entering his eyes. “Have you heard or seen Ixion yet?”
Hayden shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Neither have we.” Zeke rubbed his face in frustration. “I’m trying to lay low and do nothing, but this silence is worrying me.”
Hayden shrugged noncommittally.
I rolled my eyes. “What do you want to do?” I asked Zeke.
“I’m worried about what Ixion might do.” He fixed Hayden with a pointed look. “What if he comes after Hartley to hurt Hera or get to her somehow?”
My brows lifted. “Is that possible?”
Hayden chewed on his bottom lip. “I’ve considered it, but I doubt he’ll do that. If he’s been listening he knows Hera isn’t exactly mother of the year. She did in fact try to kill Hartley.”
“Still. She also saved her from Ares.”
I grimaced. “Don’t remind me.”
Zeke shoved his hands in his pockets and shifted nervously on his feet. “Maybe you should consider letting Hartley come to Mt. Olympus for safety.”
Hayden shot to his feet, his eyes flaming again. “You’ll use any damn excuse to get close to my girlfriend,” he snarled.
Zeke didn’t exactly deny it. “I want to keep her safe too.”
Flames spread down his shoulders. “Hartley’s safety is none of your business Zeke. She isn’t your little prophecy girl anymore. She’s with me ! Get the fuck over it.”
“Hayden…”
The flames on his shoulders suddenly died. At first I thought he was attempting to remain calm on my behalf, but fury still morphed his face, giving no indication that was his intent at all. If not, why did his fire fizzle out?
Hayden
I gnawed on the end of my pen as I sat restlessly in class. If I chewed on it any harder it would bust, exploding ink all over my mouth. My mind was going a hundred miles a minute, trying to figure out what was happening to my powers. First I lost consciousness and now my fire was fizzling out. I was god of the Underworld. I couldn’t lose my powers. It wasn’t possible. There had to be a reasonable explanation for this.
I was sure of it.
I needed to figure it out before Hartley persisted with her questions all the while worry growing on her beautiful face.
A tap hit my shoulder and I spun around to find Reese staring at me with a pair of dark, knowing eyes. “What?” I hissed.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing.”
One dark brow arched, disappearing into his hair. “Something is off with you. What’s going on?”
Shit. Not him too. “Not a damn thing,” I lied.
Reese cocked his head to the
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