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He reached around and flicked my clit, making me moan and shake as I came once more. If we had neighbors, they’d have been scandalized. Worry wanted to sneak into my brain, but I pushed it away, especially as Milo’s big hands came up to clutch at my breasts, massaging them as his thrusts got wild. Still gentle, slow and easy like I’d asked, but his strokes were becoming a little less rhythmic and his thrusts slightly more wild.

He was losing control, and I loved it.

“Wren!” One arm wrapped around my ribs while the other hand landed on my hip, pressing me tight against his chest as he came in hot ropes inside me.

Panting in my ear, he whispered soft words in a language that I didn’t understand. He nuzzled his face into my neck and breathed, and I didn’t need to know the language to understandthe feeling behind the words. He was thanking me. Promising me something with so much fervor, it made my chest ache with joy.

And then I thought about Nate, and my happiness plunged into ice. What had I done? I’d just cheated on the one man who’d stood by me without any promise of anything at all.

I pushed down the panic that was trying to rise up inside me. “Milo?”

“Yes, Little Bird?”

“I need to go to the bathroom.”

Standing, this gentle giant of a man helped me uncurl, jumping out of the pool and grabbing me a towel before lifting me out gently. He wrapped it around me, using the corner to wipe some of his release from my thighs. “Sorry. I made a bit of a mess.”

I let out a choked laugh and tried not to burst into tears. Turning, I raced back toward my suite, desperately hoping I didn’t run into anyone. Not Teron, or the guys, or Demke.

Most of all, I hoped I didn’t run into Nate, because how was I meant to look him in the eye after this?

Chapter 28

NÉIT

Wren hadn’t been able to look me in the eye for most of yesterday afternoon, going to bed early and staying there. I had my suspicions that it wasn’t heat distress causing her to hide away in her room, but a different kind of distress. I knew what she looked like when she was freshly fucked, and I’d seen her down in the pool with Milo, floating in the water. It didn’t take an Oracle to know that they’d progressed their relationship.

It should make me jealous, I knew, but honestly, I felt content that there was someone else who could ease her burdens.

I had to go and tell her all this, of course, but first I wanted to call home. I hadn’t heard from Clio in a week, which was kind of strange. Normally, she sent me three memes a day, as if I was someone who could give a damn about memes. Most of the time, I didn’t get the pop culture references anyway. Like the one with the pink frosted donut, surrounded by chocolate donuts? What the hell did that evenmean?

Lifting my cell to my ear, I gently shut the door to my suite that butted onto Wren’s. It was early, so I didn’t want to wakeher up just yet. The phone rang and rang, and I was beginning to worry, until the call connected to what sounded like a club.

“NÉIT!” Clio yelled, forcing me to move the phone away from my ear. “I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU’D FORGOTTEN ME. ONE SECOND, I’LL MOVE SOMEWHERE QUIETER!”

There was a shuffling noise, and the sound of laughter and shouting drunk people. After some quick mental math, I realized it was about midnight in Boston.

Finally, the sound of blaring house music was replaced by the steady thrum of traffic and Clio’s voice once more. “You still there?”

“Yeah.”

“What can I do for you? Because I have a hot little thing who looks like Selma Hayek on the dance floor, and I was about to help her recreate the snake dance fromFrom Dusk Till Dawn. She was going to be Selma, and I was going to be the snake,” she teased, but I knew she was fucking with me, because who the fuck was Selma Hayek?

“I don’t know what that means,” I huffed. I also didn’t want to tell her that I was worried about her. We had a dynamic, and I wasn’t about to upset it after a couple of thousand years.

She laughed down the line. “Did you call because you missed me?”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course not. I wanted to know if you had any further news?”

She sighed heavily, and there was a level of gravitas to the sound that made my spine tingle. “It’s turmoil here, Néit. I don’t know who the fuck your girlfriend is, but there are monsters turning up in the city in droves, and everyone seems really pissed. Territory disputes have turned violent, and the wards around your house are working overtime.” She lowered her voice. “It’s not just that. Gods and Goddesses I thought fadedinto the abyss have turned up looking for your girl. Old Gods, Néit. Older than us. The legends of our legends.”

The actual hell is going on right now?“Any word as to why she’s so important?”

Clio let out a growl. “No, but word on the street is that Atropos threw an epic Greek hissy fit and killed off a bunch of humans in a power plant explosion. The Fates said it was the will of the threads, but the underground is humming with discontent.”

Well, at least that confirmed that Demke and the guys were partially right. If Atropos, the oldest and deadliest—literally—of the Moirai was angry, it could be because they knew we were here, in the relative safety of Crete.

Or it could have nothing to do with Wren, and they were just throwing a tantrum, which they liked to do occasionally. No one was more dramatic than the Greeks; they’d literally coined the word.

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