Page 82 of Spellbound
“Hardly.” I scoffed. “Besides, enough about my family. What about yours?”
“Freya is my family. My everything.”
“She can’t be the only person you care about.”
“She is.”
“Fine.” I huffed. “Then what would you do if someone with a tortured past came along and killed her for her immortality?”
His expression darkened. “I’d kill them.”
“Exactly.”
“Look, I can’t stop Lucius from hunting his children. It’s the best thing for you mortals.”
“Us mortals,” I said. “Us.”
“For now.” He rhythmically tapped his fingers against his thigh. “He’s already come for them from the underworld. There’s nothing I can do.”
I gulped. “Lucius is in a body?”
“He has come in flesh, with hounds, and he is here already. I am sorry, but there is no plan.”
“I heard you all talking in the evenings...”
“Yes.” He shrugged. “Not about what to do with you. You are simply here to pause the gods in coming for her, just in case they find a way to trace us here and give Lucius enough time to kill them before they reach her.”
I ran cold. “I’m just being used to stall?”
“Yes, but once they’re dead, she will let you go.”
“Or kill me.”
He hesitated. “She will most likely let you go. She will have no further use for you once they’re dead.”
“When will I supposedly be released?” I asked.
“By this evening. Lucius has already found their trail. They will be dead soon, and you will be released.”
He ambled away as if lost in a daydream, and I lost it. I wasn’t staying in this house for a moment longer, not when Raiden was being hunted and he didn’t even know it. I had to get out to help them, to help him. If not, we could all be dead by sundown.
