Pressing her lips together, the woman, Cassandra, didn’t bother to look at Croak before answering Terena. “I didn’t know where to find him.Youdid.”
Terena slapped the seat cushion. “How?”
Cassandra shrugged. With a coy smile, she answered, “I saw you port for the first time. I knew it would be with me. I knew we’d have this conversation here now.” She shrugged again and leaned forward, clasping her hands around her knees as she tipped her head toward Terena. “Perhaps your heart knew and took you there.”
Terena stood so fast, she startled the witch. Even Croak stepped back, catching on Gabriol’s foot and earning himself a slap to his shoulder that had him stumbling away.
Rydon sat on the edge of the table in front of the couch. “What do you mean, witch? Speak plain.”
“You keep calling me that,” Cassandra said slowly with atsk. “But I do not have their powers. I am a seer. As I was in Troy. A priestess to Apollo.”
“And where the fuck is Troy?” Croak asked with an exasperated sigh. He’d taken the seat Terena had vacated, flopping down beside Cassandra with his legs stretched out.
“You have other things to worry about,” she drawled, looking past Rydon.
He looked over his shoulder and saw Terena, her shoulders hunched and arms across her middle as if she was ill. Rydon went to her side, his hand on her shoulder.
“What is it?”
“He knows you were there,” Cassandra called out, drawing his attention back to her.
“Who are you talking about, woman?” Rydon asked, his voice harsher than he’d intended. She was a walking paradox, and he was sick of her riddles.
“Hermes.”
Terena’s head shot up. Rydon glanced between her and the blonde, worried at Terena’s sudden pallor.
“How?” she whispered.
“He felt your presence.”
Terena strode past Rydon, her face contorted. “How did I know where to find Daris? Is it because he’s my eudaemon?”
Cassandra blinked. Her eyes widened slightly, shifting between Terena and Rydon. Something passed over her clear green gaze that Rydon couldn’t name. He felt uneasy, all of this god shit coming at them too fast to decipher.
“Is it because he’s a eudaemon?” Terena repeated, snapping her fingers in front of Cassandra.
The woman turned to her, the look gone from her face. “If you like.”
Terena cursed and turned away.
“How do they sense each other? I am Sonah’s guardian, and I’ve not been able to sense her,” Rydon snarled.
“Maybe it’s because I’m getting closer to my nameday,” Terena mused.
Cassandra laughed in surprise. She looked at Terena with a wide-eyed smile, incredulous.
“Darling, youknowwhy. Think.”
Rydon smashed his fist into the table, scattering used glasses and plates onto the floor. The crash startled the blonde and her eyes whipped to Rydon.
“Stop playing. Speak plain!”
“What do you know?” Terena asked, as if she dreaded the answer. Rydon looked back at her, feeling a sick sense of dread himself as he waited for the seer to respond.
Cassandra’s smile widened.
“Cassandra, please,” Terena said softly.
