My stab of guilt suggested otherwise. Whatever happened, whatever my instincts were saying, I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to tell them I knew who Zeus was. I'd kept the secret for long enough. If I kept it for another day, they could endup hating me, thinking I didn't trust them enough to tell them everything. They might lose their trust in me.
I'm not sure that wasn't deserved, not when I didn't tell them straight away. Was today the reason for that?
If I'd told them, they would have gone straight to find him and kill him. We all would have been tired. Someone would have made a mistake. We'd be lying dead right now. We weren't. We were safe and we'd be rested when we needed to be. That sounded like a very good reason to withhold the information to me. It made sense in my mind.
They may not agree when they found out.
I pushed myself up until I was sitting and cleared my throat.
"There's something you all should know. Something Hypnos told me before I introduced his throat to a pair of scissors."
Cass hurried to sit up too. "What is it?" He frowned, his expression full of concern. Worried for me. He was too sweet.
I didn't know how any father could walk away from him. He had the biggest heart of anyone I ever met. Sweet, loyal, and hot as hell. Not to mention incredibly smart, and with a talented tongue.
"Yeah, out with it," Boner said, his mouth full of popcorn.
Apparently he wasn't too sad to keep eating it. That might change.
I waited until he swallowed, not wanting him to choke. That would make us all sad.
"I've been trying to get my head around this," I said slowly. "For one thing, I'm not even sure if it's true."
Hypnos could have been lying through his teeth. Why should he tell me the truth just because he thought I was about to die? He could have grabbed a name out of thin air.
My instincts told me otherwise. He had no reason to lie to me either.
"Hypnos told me who Zeus is."
CHAPTER 5
JULES
He was gonna be pissed that I was late. Did I give a shit? No. Not even half a shit.
So why did I hesitate halfway across the room when I saw him sitting at a table by himself, irritation etched on every line of his face?
He never failed to make me feel small. I should turn around right now and leave.
But then he was raising his eyes, seeing me standing there, hesitating.
A flash of smug amusement crossed his features. Of course he knew he unsettled me. He was so certain at some point I'd come around to his way of thinking. If he kept me under his thumb for long enough.
Fuck that.
Hands by my sides, I sauntered over to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Without a word, I picked up a menu and started to run my eyes down the options. Nothing looked as good as Harlow's cooking, meatballs aside. Thinking about those made bile rise in my throat. Not the ones made out of pork and beef, those were good. I mean the ones made out of…person.
I should be mad at her for feeding those to my brother, but here we were. I'd fought the attraction for as long as I could, but I fucked her once. I was addicted now.
Whatever happened, Harlow and I were together. You didn't hear that from me, though. If you tell anyone, I'll deny it.
"How nice of you to grace me with your presence," he said. As if there wasn't a menu between us, blocking the view.
“Guy's gotta eat," I said, deciding on the club sandwich. Was it too early for a stiff drink? I should settle for an explanation as to why he was living in New York now. He seemed settled on the west coast. Had he followed me and Cass? I knew he came and went, but if he was going to stay, maybe I wouldn't.
"Gracious as always," he said. Unruffled, of course.
