"The house could burn down, or someone could come in and do who knows what to you while you're helpless to stop them."
Julian didn't argue. He just relished the fact that she was willing to stay with him.
By mid-afternoon, Grace could see how much worse the curse had become. Every inch of his body was coated with sweat. The muscles in his arms were taut and he seldom spoke. When he did, it was through clenched teeth.
Still, he would smile at her, his eyes warm and encouraging as she watched his muscles bunch and flex while he suffered through whatever seemed to be gnawing at him.
She kept bathing him, but as soon as she placed the cloth to his skin the cloth would grow so hot she could barely touch it.
By nightfall, he was delirious.
Helpless, she watched as Julian writhed and cursed as if some unseen person were flaying every inch of his body. She'd never seen anything like it. He was struggling so hard, she was afraid he would break the bed.
"I can't stand this," she whispered. Running downstairs, she called Selena.
An hour later, Grace let Selena and her sister, Tiyana, in. With jet-black hair and blue eyes, Tiyana looked very little like Selena. One of the few white voodoo high priestesses, Tiyana owned a local voodoo shop, and gave cemetery tours on Friday nights.
"I can't thank you enough for coming over," Grace said as she closed the door behind them.
"No problem," Selena said.
Tiyana held a drum under one arm, and was dressed in a plain brown dress. "Where is he?"
Grace led them upstairs.
Tiyana took one step into the room and froze at the sight of Julian writhing on the bed as he cursed the entire Greek pantheon.
Her face paled. "I can't do anything for him."
"Tiyana," Selena chastised. "You have to try."
Her eyes wide with fright, Tiyana shook her head. "You want my advice? Seal up this room and leave him until he goes back where he came from. There's an evil so strong watching over him that I don't dare mess with it." She looked at Selena. "Can't you feel the malevolence?"
Grace trembled at the words, her heart pounding. "Selena?" she asked, desperately needing some way to soothe him. There had to be something they could do.
"You know I can't help," Selena said. "My spells never work."
No! her mind screamed. They couldn't leave it like this.
Grace looked at Julian as he fought against his restraints. "Is there someone else we can call?"
"No," Tiyana said. "In fact, I can't stay here. No offense, this creeps me out." She gave a flat look to Selena. "And you know the kind of freaky stuff I deal with on a daily basis."
"I'm sorry, Gracie," Selena said, rubbing her hand over Grace's arm. "I'll do some research and see what I can find out, okay?"
Her throat tight, Grace had no choice but to show them out.
Closing the door, she leaned against it wearily.
What was she going to do?
She couldn't just accept the fact that there was nothing to be done for Julian. There had to be something that could relieve his pain. Something she hadn't thought of.
Heading upstairs, she returned to Julian.
"Grace?" It was an agonized cry that wrenched her heart.
"I'm right here, baby," she said, touching his brow.
He let out a fierce growl like an animal caught in a trap as he threw his body toward her.
Terrified, she stepped away from the bed.
Her legs shaking, Grace went to her closet and found a copy of The Odyssey. She pulled her rocking chair next to the bed and started reading.
It seemed to soothe him. He didn't thrash about quite so severely.
Days went by, and with every one that passed, Grace's hope continued to wilt. Julian had been right. There was no way they could break the curse if he didn't come out of this madness.
Worse, she couldn't stand watching him suffer, hour after hour, without any relief. No wonder he hated his mother. How could Aphrodite allow him to go through this without doing something for him?
And he had suffered like this for centuries.
Grace was at her wits' end. "How could you!" she shouted angrily at the ceiling.
"Eros!" she called. "Can you hear me? Athena? Someone? How can you let him go through this and do nothing? If you have any love for him at all, please help me help him."
As she expected, no one answered.
Grace leaned her head into her hand as she tried to think of something else she could try. Surely, there...
A light flashed in the room.
Startled, Grace looked up to see Aphrodite materializing next to the bed. She couldn't have been more stunned to find a donkey in her house.
Aphrodite's face was pale and strained as she saw her son convulsing in absolute agony. She reached a hand out to him, then drew it back sharply. Balling her hand into a fist, she dropped it to her side.
It was then she looked at Grace. "I do love him," she said quietly.
"I do, too."
Aphrodite's gaze fell to the floor, but Grace could still see her inner turmoil. "If I release him you'll take him from me forever. If I don't release him, we'll both lose him."
Aphrodite locked gazes with her. "I thought about what you said, and you were right. I made him strong and I should never have punished him for it. All I ever wanted was for him to call me mother." She looked at her son. "I just wanted you to love me, Julian. Just a little."