The Return
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Seth drew back as the cut line of his jaw hardened. “You test my patience.”
“Children,” Marcus murmured tiredly.
I tested his? “You make me want to nunchuck you in the throat! But I can’t. Because I don’t know how to use nunchucks!”
His lips twitched, and I swore, if he laughed, I was going to physically hurt him with my bare hands. “Sentinels don’t use nunchucks, Josie.”
“I’ve used nunchucks before,” Solos commented.
Seth cast him a long look. “Seriously? Not helping.”
The Sentinel shrugged, but he was grinning, and not even trying to hide it.
“Then can you help me?” I asked the man. I wasn’t picky.
Seth turned on me. “He is not training you.”
“Stop interjecting yourself where you don’t belong!” I all but shrieked.
Solos made a deep, gruff sound. “Gods…”
A strange looked crossed Marcus’s handsome face. “You two remind me of…” He trailed off, shaking his head, and Seth cursed under his breath. “Well, it doesn’t matter.” Standing, he looked at me. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow, Josie. Right now, it looks like you could use some rest.”
I pushed myself to my feet and bit down on my lip as my muscles protested the movement. “We talk about the training now.”
“For gods’ sake,” Seth muttered, shoving to his feet. “You have no idea how hard training is, Josie. I don’t even think you can do it.”
Something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. “Again, I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “This is getting repetitive.”
“No shit.” Then I flushed as I glanced at Marcus.
He stared at me, and I felt my resolve start to crack a little. I wasn’t a ballsy person. More like go with the flow, so it took a lot for me to stand there under his sharp, emerald gaze. But then he smiled, and it wasn’t a big smile, never reaching his eyes. “You remind me of my niece,” he said, and a burst of tension exploded off Seth. “I hope you two get to meet one day. I think you’ll like her.”
“Uh, okay.” And just like that, whatever energy I had left in me seeped out. My shoulders slumped. I was so tired, absolutely spent.
“We’ll find someone to train you,” Marcus continued, and I almost ran up and hugged the man, but he didn’t look like a hugger and it felt like that would get real awkward real quick, so I held myself back.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling a measure of relief. “Really. Thank you.”
He nodded as he looked at Seth. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. With that being said…” His gaze shifted from Seth and he eyed me with a mixture of awe and a measure of distrust. “Welcome to the Covenant.”
Anger reverberated through every inch of my being, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at the now-quiet Josie, at Solos who was leading us to the dorms, or at myself.
Irritated on so many different levels, I ignored every attempt Solos made to make conversation, and he finally gave up by the time we crossed another courtyard. And I ignored the outright curious looks from the students when we entered the lobby of the first dorm.
Pures and halfs were actually huddled together around the couches and under the big-screen TV hanging from the ceiling. Josie must’ve been out of it, because she wasn’t paying attention to them or to the few Sentinels stationed in the lobby. I kept her close to my side whether she liked it or not. The students stared openly. They knew what I was, but they had no idea what Josie was. Josie would be a mystery to them, and they would be nosy, and she really didn’t need that right now.
Solos walked down one of the wide hallways on the lower level, passing several closed doors. “These are the suites we use for guests.” At the end of the hall, he stopped. “These two rooms, across from each other, are empty. Have your pick.” He smiled at Josie, and my hand tightened around the strap of the bag I carried. When he looked at me, the fucker laughed under his breath. “You can have whatever room for however long you plan on staying.”
I said nothing.
He laughed again as he turned to Josie. “I’ll come for you in the late morning, give you enough time to rest up, and then I’ll take you to see Marcus.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“If you need anything, find any of the people in black and they’ll get me, okay? Like you heard, my name is Solos.”
When she nodded again, I was this close to knocking him upside the head with the bag. She turned to the door to her right and Solos handed her one of the keys. Murmuring her thanks, she opened the door and disappeared inside. I caught it before it slammed shut, cracking it open.
I looked at Solos, meeting his dark gaze. “She won’t need anything.”
Solos cocked a brow. “Because you’re here? Sounded like you’re leaving.” Before I could reply to that, he clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Seth, she’s a little too young for me. Chill.”
What the fuck? I didn’t get a chance to respond to that either, because he continued on, “But, man, if what you said is true about her being Apollo’s daughter, you’ve got the biggest balls known to man. Have fun with that.”
With that, he turned and made his way down the hall. I stood there for a moment, wanting to pretend like I had no idea what he was talking about. Gods, I hadn’t pissed a circle around Josie, marking my territory, but I couldn’t have been more obvious.
“Children,” Marcus murmured tiredly.
I tested his? “You make me want to nunchuck you in the throat! But I can’t. Because I don’t know how to use nunchucks!”
His lips twitched, and I swore, if he laughed, I was going to physically hurt him with my bare hands. “Sentinels don’t use nunchucks, Josie.”
“I’ve used nunchucks before,” Solos commented.
Seth cast him a long look. “Seriously? Not helping.”
The Sentinel shrugged, but he was grinning, and not even trying to hide it.
“Then can you help me?” I asked the man. I wasn’t picky.
Seth turned on me. “He is not training you.”
“Stop interjecting yourself where you don’t belong!” I all but shrieked.
Solos made a deep, gruff sound. “Gods…”
A strange looked crossed Marcus’s handsome face. “You two remind me of…” He trailed off, shaking his head, and Seth cursed under his breath. “Well, it doesn’t matter.” Standing, he looked at me. “We’ll talk more about this tomorrow, Josie. Right now, it looks like you could use some rest.”
I pushed myself to my feet and bit down on my lip as my muscles protested the movement. “We talk about the training now.”
“For gods’ sake,” Seth muttered, shoving to his feet. “You have no idea how hard training is, Josie. I don’t even think you can do it.”
Something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. “Again, I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “This is getting repetitive.”
“No shit.” Then I flushed as I glanced at Marcus.
He stared at me, and I felt my resolve start to crack a little. I wasn’t a ballsy person. More like go with the flow, so it took a lot for me to stand there under his sharp, emerald gaze. But then he smiled, and it wasn’t a big smile, never reaching his eyes. “You remind me of my niece,” he said, and a burst of tension exploded off Seth. “I hope you two get to meet one day. I think you’ll like her.”
“Uh, okay.” And just like that, whatever energy I had left in me seeped out. My shoulders slumped. I was so tired, absolutely spent.
“We’ll find someone to train you,” Marcus continued, and I almost ran up and hugged the man, but he didn’t look like a hugger and it felt like that would get real awkward real quick, so I held myself back.
“Thank you,” I said, feeling a measure of relief. “Really. Thank you.”
He nodded as he looked at Seth. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. With that being said…” His gaze shifted from Seth and he eyed me with a mixture of awe and a measure of distrust. “Welcome to the Covenant.”
Anger reverberated through every inch of my being, and I wasn’t sure if it was directed at the now-quiet Josie, at Solos who was leading us to the dorms, or at myself.
Irritated on so many different levels, I ignored every attempt Solos made to make conversation, and he finally gave up by the time we crossed another courtyard. And I ignored the outright curious looks from the students when we entered the lobby of the first dorm.
Pures and halfs were actually huddled together around the couches and under the big-screen TV hanging from the ceiling. Josie must’ve been out of it, because she wasn’t paying attention to them or to the few Sentinels stationed in the lobby. I kept her close to my side whether she liked it or not. The students stared openly. They knew what I was, but they had no idea what Josie was. Josie would be a mystery to them, and they would be nosy, and she really didn’t need that right now.
Solos walked down one of the wide hallways on the lower level, passing several closed doors. “These are the suites we use for guests.” At the end of the hall, he stopped. “These two rooms, across from each other, are empty. Have your pick.” He smiled at Josie, and my hand tightened around the strap of the bag I carried. When he looked at me, the fucker laughed under his breath. “You can have whatever room for however long you plan on staying.”
I said nothing.
He laughed again as he turned to Josie. “I’ll come for you in the late morning, give you enough time to rest up, and then I’ll take you to see Marcus.”
She nodded. “Okay.”
“If you need anything, find any of the people in black and they’ll get me, okay? Like you heard, my name is Solos.”
When she nodded again, I was this close to knocking him upside the head with the bag. She turned to the door to her right and Solos handed her one of the keys. Murmuring her thanks, she opened the door and disappeared inside. I caught it before it slammed shut, cracking it open.
I looked at Solos, meeting his dark gaze. “She won’t need anything.”
Solos cocked a brow. “Because you’re here? Sounded like you’re leaving.” Before I could reply to that, he clapped his hand on my shoulder. “Seth, she’s a little too young for me. Chill.”
What the fuck? I didn’t get a chance to respond to that either, because he continued on, “But, man, if what you said is true about her being Apollo’s daughter, you’ve got the biggest balls known to man. Have fun with that.”
With that, he turned and made his way down the hall. I stood there for a moment, wanting to pretend like I had no idea what he was talking about. Gods, I hadn’t pissed a circle around Josie, marking my territory, but I couldn’t have been more obvious.
