Page 32 of Harbinger
Atropos’s face fell. “I’m sorry.”
She reeled in her divine energy and glanced at the sleeping demigod in the bed. Cassius could tell from the tortured light that danced in her pupils that she blamed herself for what had happened to Morgan. Yet he could not find it in himself to condemn her for her failure.
Somehow, he had a feeling that he owed Atropos a lot. That they all did.
Theo entered the bedroom.
“Was that an earthquake?” he asked suspiciously.
“No,” Victor murmured, his face brightening a little.
He accepted the cup of coffee his lover handed him. Though the bruise on his jaw had faded a little, the wound on his temple had yet to fully heal.
Theo eyed the demigod’s injuries worriedly before coming over and passing Cassius another steaming cup of coffee. “Drink it.”
“I’m not—” Cassius started.
“Either drink it or you’ll be wearing it in the next five seconds,” Theo grumbled.
Cassius reluctantly accepted the cup. Atropos’s lips twitched.
Theo caught her amused expression.
“What?” he said warily.
“I was right. You make a wonderful South Star.”
Cassius stilled, his fingers frozen around his drink. Theo’s eyes rounded.
Victor lowered his brows and took a threatening step toward Atropos. “What do you mean by that?!”
A faint sound from the living room distracted them. Judging by the smell of camphor infusing the apartment, the Reaper God had returned. The doorbell rang an instant afterward.
Someone started pounding on the door exactly one point five seconds later.
Cassius swallowed a sigh. He could sense Adrianne and the soul cores of the rest of Morgan’s team outside the apartment. They weren’t alone.
The Reaper God poked his head through the doorway.
“Would you like me to get that?” he asked politely.
Loki huffed and rolled his eyes. He leapt down from the bed and transformed into his imp form. “Stay here. The last thing those guys need right now is you scaring the crap out of them.”
The Reaper God looked faintly abashed at that. He hovered awkwardly by the dresser.
Adrianne rushed inside the bedroom ahead of Loki.
“How is he?” She paled and rocked to a stop when she saw Morgan. “Is he—is he gonna be okay?!”
The rest of Morgan’s team walked in, their expressions grim.
“Shit,” Bailey mumbled. “He looks even worse than I thought he would.”
“Lucy’s on her way,” Julia said in clipped tones.
Lucy Walters was an Argonaut medical mage and one of the best healers in the country.
Loki shifted back into his cat form and climbed onto the bed. He curled up next to Morgan, his flank hugging the demigod’s side. The tightness in Cassius’s chest loosened a little. For all their arguments, Loki truly cherished Morgan.
