“It isn’t done!” A booming voice pierced through the darkness, through my morose thoughts as I paced down the gold hall. “You know what will happen to you! You will lose everything, brother! Everything!”
I slammed my fists against his golden armor shoving him against the nearest pillar. “She’s worth it.”
“No.” His face was filled with sadness. “Don’t make this choice. We were supposed to rule together. You’re choosing her over an eternity!”
“I’m choosing love,” I snapped, shoving him away and giving him my back, something I had never done in a thousand years. “I’m tired of this, we’re better than this, brother. Let me be happy.”
“Your happiness,” he whispered. “At what cost? You know what it will force me to do. You know I will hunt you. I will kill you, he will stop at nothing.”
I smirked. “You can try. It isn’t easy killing something immortal.”
“No, but there are some fates…” His eyes flashed red. “…worse than death.”
“That isn’t your call to make. The Creator—”
“Has given us free rein.” He sneered. “We are the last of the first.” His voice boomed. “And I will die a thousand deaths, suffer an eternity in Tartarus before I see you gone from this realm, find another way, I beg you.”
“I’ve made my choice,” My voice cracked.
“I know. You, dear brother, are already damned.”
“Hey!” Kyra was waving a hand in front of my face. “Are you okay? You just transported somewhere mentally.”
How long had I even been out?
Cassius was standing to her side, his expression grim, which I could never tell if that was a good or bad sign, since the guy rarely smiled. “Tell me what you did.”
“I sat down,” I said slowly. “And then had a very odd vision, where I was wearing armor made out of—”
“Gold.” Kyra finished on a whisper.
My head jerked in her direction. “How did you know that?”
Hands shaking she gave me a panicked look. “I’ve seen it in my dreams.”
Cassius cleared his throat next to us. “Kyra, why did you walk into Timber’s bar for a job?”
She gave me a blank stare and then shook her head. “My parents decided to move back to Greece, and I wanted to stay. They suggested bartending when I needed money, and my mom mentioned one of her favorite places was Soul.”
“And your parents?” Cassius asked softly. “What do they do for a living?”
Why did it matter? I was about to say as much, when Kyra licked her lips and answered.
“Historians, they’re historians.”
“What sort of history?” Cassius just wouldn’t relent, and the room dove a few degrees as frost appeared in front of his face.
“All history, but they used to go on and on about—” She shook her head. “I’m going to sound like an idiot, but they used to go on and on about the Greek gods.”
Cassius smiled. “Did they, now?”
“It was a hobby,” she said quickly.
“Call them.” He handed her his cell phone, weird that he even had one but whatever. “Right now.”
“What?”
“Cassius.” I groaned. “Get there faster.”