My Life From Hell (The Blooming Goddess #3)

Incriminating Evidence (Part 4)

I gave up. And gave it ten minutes, max, before Hades blew their chumminess with an insult.

Try ten seconds. Hades stood. In a loud, bored voice, he said, "Cigar."

Hypnos—otherwise known as Sleep and twin to Thanatos—strode over, brandishing one. As a bearded naked guy, it was hard to see Hypnos' resemblance to Death, but they did both have wings. Even if Hypnos' sprouted from his head. One of the Pyrosim floated behind him, I guess it was his job to light the cigar.

"Outside." Hades didn't bother with good-bye. He turned his back on us and walked away.

Kai's hand tensed on my neck for a second. Other than that, he didn't show any reaction to Hades' sudden loss of interest. "Speaking of appearances, my love," he said, his voice wrapping around and through me.

I shivered in delight.

"You didn't sleep in our room last night. Has Prometheus lost his worth already?"

I balked at Kai's sheer unmitigated gall. He still thought I was going to bunk with him? Maybe I was supposed to play really nice and win Prometheus' freedom that way? What kind of giant skank did he take me for?

I hit him with my brightest smile, dripping scorn. "It seems to me, my love, that you broke that deal when you outed our status to Hephaestus."

Ha. That got him.

"You eavesdropped?" He went into thundercloud mode.

I stroked a hand over his chest and purred, "Every last word, Koko."

I thought he'd freak. Instead, he leaned back the banquette in a lazy slouch and regarded me through slitted lids.

I was not fooled. This was not a happy, relaxed Kai. Just him getting the lay of the land before he struck.

Like a snake.

But damn, if he didn't look pretty doing it. And by pretty I mean hot, tense, and smolderingly male. As a look, it worked.

"You're enjoying this." He sounded puzzled.

"Parts of it." I batted my eyelashes. "Immensely." The rest of it sucked, which was why it was time to lose Kai and find Oizys.

He stroked my back. "Forget Hephaestus. He isn't going to talk. So our deal about appearances still stands. Tonight you're back where you belong, roomie." That last word slid against my skin like a touch.

I didn't let him see how he affected me, meeting his eyes with bland indifference.

"Think you need to look up the definition of that word," I said. I'd had a roomie for most of my life. And Hannah and I were definitely not up to the antics that the gleam in his eyes promised.

My brain chanted lalalalalala trying to ignore the feel of his fingers brushing over me. The fabric barrier did nada to prevent his touch from searing my skin. I willed my heart rate to stay slow and steady. "I don't sleep with business partners."

His hand skimmed up my side. "Technically, we aren't broken up until after the equinox."

I clasped a hand over his, stopping him cold. "You've got to be kidding me."

Kai dipped his head, peering at me through those damn thick lashes. "You're ... different." He lingered on my lips. "Compelling."

My heart sped up again. Not because I found it particularly romantic or anything. His heat didn't promise hearts-and-flowers romance. But my heart didn't speed up out of lust either. Fact was, the "difference" that intrigued Kai was me. Sophie. Even if he didn't know it.

Me. Not Persephone. I wanted to groove a happy dance. But I was still annoyed with his presumptions around our sleeping arrangements. And everything that went along with them. "Sadly," I said, "I don't return the sentiment."

His grin kicked up.

So did the flush on my skin. Except I'd been down this road with him before. Affection and animosity. Much as I wanted Kai to recognize me, no way was I getting into this destructive pattern again.

Kai didn't notice my distress. He was too busy being infuriatingly smug. "You lie," he said. And kissed me.

I blasted him with my light.

I'm not sure who was more shocked: him, me, or the dozens of heads that swung our way when my power lit up the room. It had been a totally subconscious move.

"Oops." I scrambled away, out of the banquette and felt my Persephoneness hum in delight. This is not a bonding moment, I thought at her.

The minions flew at me, fiery tentacle arms outstretched and ready to destroy on Kai's command.

He stopped them with a raised hand, and stood up. "I'm just that good," he said, pure cockiness. He chucked me under the chin with one finger.

The room broke out into laughter, and I blushed as if on cue. I shot daggers with my eyes.

And the minions stood down.

I took advantage of Kai's gloating distractedness to bolt, but I didn't even make it one whole step.

Kai hauled me up against his body.

Use him. Use them all.

Down, psycho goddess. Was it asking too much to only have one voice in my head right now? Mine? Or to at least have the other one be friendly? "Let go," I said. "I have to find a costume for the ball."

I looked across the room to the table where Oizys had been sitting. But she wasn't there. I'd have to track her down.

"I want you where I can see you. Make sure you don't cause any trouble." Kai laced his fingers through mine and started to tow me off.

I tried to dig in and stop him but I ended up sliding along the floor in his wake. "Don't force this."

"Or what?"

"You'll find out just how painful my light can be."

He gave me a crooked smile. "My kick-ass light-bringer," he murmured. "All phospherocious."

I froze. "What did you say?"

Kai shook his head slowly, almost as if he were dazed. "I don't know." He looked uncomfortable, speeding up as we hit the hallway. Compensating.

Was he remembering? "Think," I insisted, grabbing his arm.

He broke free and scowled. "It was nothing."

I sagged. He wasn't going to remember anything else. And trying only made him cranky. Damn, my eyes were getting hot and wet. I stomped up the stairs to our room, blinking furiously. Why couldn't he see how much being close to him-yet so far away-was killing me? Why couldn't he see me?

Kai stopped on the second floor landing. He brushed the pad of his index finger under my eye. "You're driving me crazy."

He spoke so softly, I thought I'd imagined it. He kept going then, his grip on my hand as firm as ever. Which left me speaking to his back as we walked.

"I don't mean to," I said. I wanted us to have five minutes in a world where we were ourselves, no one wanted to kill us, and humanity wasn't on the line. "I want us to be like we're supposed to."

"I don't know what that is anymore," he said.

I could have happily throttled Hekate for forcing me to go through this.

Forcing us.

Although I felt somewhat less bad for Kai, when he pushed me through our bedroom door.

Alone. And warded in.