In her experience, men did not respond well to the idea of being bound eternally.Human or god.
“Callie, look at me...”he implored.
She hated how she did so without a second thought.No human should be able to pull her attention, her command, quite like this.
She’d barely known Theodore for three days.
Three days, and it was as if he’d wedged his way into her heart, yet always been there.It was as mysterious as a masquerade, as powerful as a chariot in the sky.
She looked at Theo with watery eyes, choking back a sob.His green gaze captured hers.
“It’s true,” she said.“I didn’t want to tell you, I know you don’t believe in fate or destiny, or?—”
“I might not believe in those things, Calliope, but I don’thaveto believe in them, to believeyou.”
His words settled in the air between them.Calliope nodded.
“And this pegacorn, you’re sure he has the diviner?”Lorelai asked.
Mars nodded.
“It makes sense,” Spike said.“Pegacorns wield light magic.Which the tapes were blinded by a bright light.And Theo’s thread lit up, reacted to the pegacorn dust.Broke the glass.So...I’d say all roads point to pegacorn.”
“But how do we...untangle Callie and this winged asshole?”Izzy asked.
Mars crossed his arms, twisting his lips.“Well, for starters, we have to get the diviner and then use it to sever the bond between Callie and Chuck.”
Hearing the words out loud were too much.Calliope felt the tears, the ache in her chest erupting like a volcano.
Theo pulled her into his arms, and she let him, forgetting for a moment they had an audience.
“Hey, it’s okay, don’t worry, Princess, we’ll figure this out,” he whispered in her ear.
She wrapped her arms around him, the spark in her catching once more as his words settled on her.
His arms were warm, his touch soft.She could hear the steady beat of his heart in her ears, beneath her palm.
“The entangled thread needs to be cut so the thread of divine fate can find its truth,” Lorelai said, pulling all their attention.
Calliope let out a sigh as she wiped her eyes.
“But if there’s an entangled thread, doesn’t that mean, her mate was already divined?”Izzy asked.
Mars shook his head.“The thread never closed.Which means Calliope may have beenhisfate, but?—”
“He wasn’t hers,” Theo spoke solidly.
Mars nodded.“Precisely.”
“So how are we going to get this Chuck of the Corn guy to give up his threadandthe diviner?”Izzy pressed.
Mars huffed in exasperation.“One thing at a time.First, we need to find Chuck.”
Calliope met his gaze.
Theo held her close, still not letting go, and Calliope loved the feeling as much as she felt ashamed.Even now, her fingers itched to feel paint and canvas, to paint her aching heart.But they also ached to touch Theo.To get lost in his silken hair, to feel his pulse beneath her palm.
He was hermate.
