It was... dim.
Fading.
Athena understood the severity of the situation, as fear overtook her.
The rumor was true. Her brother was losing his essence. If they did not figure something out... he would become...human.
The idea was so fantastical she could barely wrap her head around it, but she knew in her heart it was the truth.
Mars stood straighter, his naturally cocky attitude returning.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just... leaving,” he said as he looked at his sister.
“Wewere just leaving,” Athena corrected him.
He only huffed in annoyance.
“You can’t just waltz in here and tell me what the fuck to do. You aren’t my mother, you know.”
“Oh yes, I can. I can make you bend to my will, or do I need to remind you?” she said as she called forth her magic, her spirit. Silver energy pooled at her fingertips as her wings extended. She could see her reflection in her brother’s eyes amidst his fear.
There was truly only one person Mars was afraid of, only one person who could match him in skill and violence.
Mars’s golden energy ebbed, a fireball pooling at his fingertips.
Calliope came between them.
“How about weallleave and get something to eat. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m starving...” she said as she settled a hand on Mars’s chest. His energy dissipated. Calliope shot Athena a warning look, and Athena stowed her power.
For now.
“Okay, then lets go,” Calliope said as she led the powerful siblings through the exit toward the DeLux Cafe.
CHAPTER11
Athena was morethan thankful to have a buffer between her and her pain in the ass younger brother.
“So you challenged fate,” Athena said bitterly.
“Something like that,” Mars grumbled.
“What the fuck where you thinking?” Athena said with a deep sigh.
“I was thinking that I could win, of course!” Mars growled.
Calliope looked at both of them with sympathy.
“Fate cannot be bested, surely you know that. What is to be, will be. There is no changing it,” she said.
“Says the muse,” Mars nipped.
Calliope pursed her lips. “Which one was she?”
Athena sighed as she stirred the cocktail straw in her pomegranate drink. She didn’t like the sounds of any of this. Every denizen knew that fate was not to be tried.
How bored was her brother in his life that he’d taken on one of the witches bound to keep fate on a steady path?
“Ryza,” he breathed her name with remorse.
