The Goddess Inheritance
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“I want you to leave me in peace.”
“Okay.” I took a shaky breath. She wasn’t going to help the council with the war. If she wouldn’t do it for the billions of helpless people in the world, then nothing I could possibly say or do would change her mind. “I’ll go away, I promise. Just—please. Help Henry. At least give my son a chance to know his father.”
Once again, Rhea was quiet. Her eyes grew distant the same way Cronus’s had in the nursery, and her hand stilled halfway to the basket. I glanced at James. Was that our cue to go? He shrugged, and together we waited.
“Very well,” she said at last, breaking the silence. “It is done.”
“What’s done?” I said, giving James another bewildered look, but his brow knitted in confusion. “Rhea, please—what’s done?”
“Give your mother my love,” she said, touching my shoulder. The pain in my arm from the dagger vanished. “You are strong, Kate. Stronger than you know. As long as you resist my husband, you do not need me to have what you most desire.”
“It isn’t about what I want,” I said, seconds from bursting. How could she heal me but not help save the people who really needed her? “He’s going to kill everyone, this village included.”
She didn’t respond. Instead she picked a few more blossoms and turned to reenter the clinic. I started to go after her, and James grabbed my wrist with an iron grip.
“Don’t,” he said. Before I could protest, another voice whispered through the garden, hoarse and cracking. But real. So, so real.
“Kate?”
My heart hammered, and I spun around, yanking my hand from James’s. Nestled between a gnarled tree and a patch of ferns stood Henry.
Chapter 7
Athens
I flew across the garden and into Henry’s arms, kissing him like it was the last chance I’d ever get.
It was really him. His skin was warm, his moonlight eyes focused on me, and the way he lifted me into the air and kissed me—no one, not even a Titan, could make my insides turn to mush the way he did. He splayed his hand over my back, his palm so hot that I could feel it through my shirt.
“I missed you.” My voice broke, and he pressed his forehead to mine so all I could see was him.
“You’re all right.” He ran his fingers through my hair the same way James had on the flight over, but that was nothing more than a distant memory. Henry was here now, and part of me clicked back into place.
He stumbled, and I immediately dropped back to the ground, searching his face for any sign of pain. Instead of grimacing, he smiled and took my hand. “I’m all right. Just need rest.”
I wasn’t so sure I believed him, but James stood and gestured to the door Rhea had disappeared through. “We should thank her and get on our way,” he said, eyeing Henry. “I reckon you aren’t in any condition to get us back to Olympus, so we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. Sunset’s in a few hours.”
“Wait,” I said, helping Henry forward. “There’s someplace I want to see first.”
* * *
Henry and I sat against the wall in the Zimbabwe airport, my fingers laced through his. I hadn’t let go since I’d flown into his arms in Rhea’s garden, and he hadn’t tried to make me.
I’d sneaked kisses in the cab all the way back to the airport, ignoring the faces James made in the front seat. Now that we were in public, Henry seemed hesitant, but he never refused me. How could I have ever believed Cronus’s ruse? No one, especially not the King of the Titans, could ever replace Henry.
“Do you want to see Milo?” I said as we waited for James to return from the ticket counter.
“Yes,” said Henry without hesitation, though the exhaustion on his face gave me pause. Rhea had removed every last trace of Cronus from his body, but he still moved as if he were in pain. What would going through that quicksand barrier do to him? Would it make him worse?
“Once you rest,” I said, gripping his hand. “You can sleep on the plane.”
His expression flickered with disappointment, but he didn’t argue. If he’d been well enough to see him, he would’ve fought like hell to get me to agree, and uneasy satisfaction settled within me. At least I’d made one right choice today.
“What happened?” He spoke quietly, but even in the middle of the loud airport, I heard every word. “Why are we going to Athens?”
I hesitated. There was no easy way to say it and nothing I could do to make it less painful, so I pulled no punches. I told him everything that had happened since Calliope had attacked him. The assault on Athens, my visions, everything Cronus had said and done—everything except for the part where I’d promised myself to him. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, and with the way the muscles in Henry’s jaw twitched as I described how Cronus had held our son, I didn’t want to make things any worse than they already were.
“I will kill him,” whispered Henry. “If I have to tear the world apart to do it, I will.”
“And then you’ll be no better than him,” I said. “We’ll figure out how to get Milo back without anyone else dying, I promise.”
Henry nodded and seemed to relax against the wall. At least I thought he was relaxing until I felt the telltale waves of dark power emanating from him.
I touched his knee. “Henry, as badly as I want to rip the bastard’s head off, you’re in no condition to get into a pissing match with a Titan. Rest first, and we’ll figure something out later.”
“Okay.” I took a shaky breath. She wasn’t going to help the council with the war. If she wouldn’t do it for the billions of helpless people in the world, then nothing I could possibly say or do would change her mind. “I’ll go away, I promise. Just—please. Help Henry. At least give my son a chance to know his father.”
Once again, Rhea was quiet. Her eyes grew distant the same way Cronus’s had in the nursery, and her hand stilled halfway to the basket. I glanced at James. Was that our cue to go? He shrugged, and together we waited.
“Very well,” she said at last, breaking the silence. “It is done.”
“What’s done?” I said, giving James another bewildered look, but his brow knitted in confusion. “Rhea, please—what’s done?”
“Give your mother my love,” she said, touching my shoulder. The pain in my arm from the dagger vanished. “You are strong, Kate. Stronger than you know. As long as you resist my husband, you do not need me to have what you most desire.”
“It isn’t about what I want,” I said, seconds from bursting. How could she heal me but not help save the people who really needed her? “He’s going to kill everyone, this village included.”
She didn’t respond. Instead she picked a few more blossoms and turned to reenter the clinic. I started to go after her, and James grabbed my wrist with an iron grip.
“Don’t,” he said. Before I could protest, another voice whispered through the garden, hoarse and cracking. But real. So, so real.
“Kate?”
My heart hammered, and I spun around, yanking my hand from James’s. Nestled between a gnarled tree and a patch of ferns stood Henry.
Chapter 7
Athens
I flew across the garden and into Henry’s arms, kissing him like it was the last chance I’d ever get.
It was really him. His skin was warm, his moonlight eyes focused on me, and the way he lifted me into the air and kissed me—no one, not even a Titan, could make my insides turn to mush the way he did. He splayed his hand over my back, his palm so hot that I could feel it through my shirt.
“I missed you.” My voice broke, and he pressed his forehead to mine so all I could see was him.
“You’re all right.” He ran his fingers through my hair the same way James had on the flight over, but that was nothing more than a distant memory. Henry was here now, and part of me clicked back into place.
He stumbled, and I immediately dropped back to the ground, searching his face for any sign of pain. Instead of grimacing, he smiled and took my hand. “I’m all right. Just need rest.”
I wasn’t so sure I believed him, but James stood and gestured to the door Rhea had disappeared through. “We should thank her and get on our way,” he said, eyeing Henry. “I reckon you aren’t in any condition to get us back to Olympus, so we’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. Sunset’s in a few hours.”
“Wait,” I said, helping Henry forward. “There’s someplace I want to see first.”
* * *
Henry and I sat against the wall in the Zimbabwe airport, my fingers laced through his. I hadn’t let go since I’d flown into his arms in Rhea’s garden, and he hadn’t tried to make me.
I’d sneaked kisses in the cab all the way back to the airport, ignoring the faces James made in the front seat. Now that we were in public, Henry seemed hesitant, but he never refused me. How could I have ever believed Cronus’s ruse? No one, especially not the King of the Titans, could ever replace Henry.
“Do you want to see Milo?” I said as we waited for James to return from the ticket counter.
“Yes,” said Henry without hesitation, though the exhaustion on his face gave me pause. Rhea had removed every last trace of Cronus from his body, but he still moved as if he were in pain. What would going through that quicksand barrier do to him? Would it make him worse?
“Once you rest,” I said, gripping his hand. “You can sleep on the plane.”
His expression flickered with disappointment, but he didn’t argue. If he’d been well enough to see him, he would’ve fought like hell to get me to agree, and uneasy satisfaction settled within me. At least I’d made one right choice today.
“What happened?” He spoke quietly, but even in the middle of the loud airport, I heard every word. “Why are we going to Athens?”
I hesitated. There was no easy way to say it and nothing I could do to make it less painful, so I pulled no punches. I told him everything that had happened since Calliope had attacked him. The assault on Athens, my visions, everything Cronus had said and done—everything except for the part where I’d promised myself to him. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, and with the way the muscles in Henry’s jaw twitched as I described how Cronus had held our son, I didn’t want to make things any worse than they already were.
“I will kill him,” whispered Henry. “If I have to tear the world apart to do it, I will.”
“And then you’ll be no better than him,” I said. “We’ll figure out how to get Milo back without anyone else dying, I promise.”
Henry nodded and seemed to relax against the wall. At least I thought he was relaxing until I felt the telltale waves of dark power emanating from him.
I touched his knee. “Henry, as badly as I want to rip the bastard’s head off, you’re in no condition to get into a pissing match with a Titan. Rest first, and we’ll figure something out later.”
