“Who sent you? Why do you want to help?”
“Your mother. Everyone is hearing the whispers about you guy’s having a baby. Shit is going to hit the fan soon, and you need all the help you can get.” He took a step closer to me, ignoring Tristan’s growl.
“Look, I know we have a shitty past. But I get it now. I know you two belong together. I’ve done some fucked-up things to have you as mine, and I need to make up for it. I can help you. All of you.” He turned to look at Tristan to drive his little statement home.
“You know I can.” His statement hung in the air. He could help us if we had to battle the gods. He has been a warrior all his life. But with our rocky past, it was hard to accept his offer. Then a thought hit me.
“Wait, my mother sent you?” Maybe he was the help mother mentioned via the talking dove earlier. He nodded.
“Yes. I was a neutral party, now I’m on your side.” I didn’t really know what to think.
“We need to discuss this,” I told him and hoped he was going to leave, but he just stood there.
“Looks like you don’t have a choice for that at the moment.” His stance changed, ready for a fight as his eyes scanned the room. I felt a little spark of power before that rushed feeling of transporting via power, and then we were not in our apartment anymore.
We were in an arena.
