Page 17 of Sett and his King
Ijumped and turned to face Yaya.
Goddess!
I didn't know why I was so startled. It wasn't as if I didn't know Yaya would be here. She was always here, at home. Maybe I was just relying on Spiti keeping her away from us considering it also kept trying to get us into bed.
Or maybe I was hoping it would keep her safe considering the chance Sett could be a danger to us all.
But then again, Spiti was a bastard sometimes so of course there was no logic to its madness.
"Yaya! You're here!" I got off the stool and approached her to give her a kiss.
She frowned and turned to stare at Sett.
"He's acting as if I'm not always here," she told him. "You know I can't leave, silly boy."
I huffed and started to translate when Sett took Yaya's hand and gave her a big smile.
"Why can't you leave? Do you need help with anything?" he asked her in perfect Greek.
Well, perfect ancient Greek, which was a whole other beast, yet Yaya understood him. And so did I. That was weird considering I flunked in Ancient Greek at school.
"Oh, no. Don't worry about me. Such a sweet boy."
She patted his cheek a couple of times as if he was just any guy. I guess to her he was. I grimaced, staring at Sett hoping he didn't take offense to my grandma but he just smiled and squeezed her other hand tighter.
"Thank you, but you said you can't leave? I'd like to help if possible."
"Yaya Penelope is stuck at home. There's nothing we can do about that."
Sett turned from Yaya to me.
"Why?"
Yaya dismissed the question and let go of Sett so she could go around the kitchen to tidy up. Even though there was nothing to tidy up. There never was. Spiti took care of everything for us.
"Uhm…a few years ago she was dying from old age. In order to save her, Spiti trapped her here."
He nodded as if he was slowly coming to a realization.
"I see. And because steges exist outside of time and space she can live indefinitely as long as she is within its walls."
"Ah stop talking about death now. It's bad luck." Yaya shook her hand in the air as if warding off evil and grabbed my glass of wine to take a sip. "Where's Evgenios? He's not been home all day. Have you seen him?"
Yaya looked at me. So did Sett. I felt on the spot. I usually did where Yaya's staring was involved but for some reason, right now, I felt like I'd been caught red-handed in a lie even though I hadn't uttered a word.
"I…I just saw him. He was out with some friends. I…I wouldn't disturb him for a few hours. He…he looked exhausted."
Yaya nodded and continued drinking my wine while Sett stared at me as if questioning my decision to not tell the truth.
"That boy. He needs to learn to take care of his body. He never rests properly," Yaya muttered and sat at the kitchen island. "Oh. Andrea! You should have told me you were hungry. I'd have made something quick."
"But there's stew," I said.
"Yeah, but it won't be enough for two strong boys like you."
Sett glanced at me but if he wanted to say anything he hid it behind a smirk.
"We're fine Yaya. I promise."
