Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,39
rocky promontory, he eased down onto his backside and waited. He had no idea where Cass lived, but if she had been gone a while, there was a chance she might need to visit the small store.
Unless her lover had already stocked the cupboards for her.
He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to picture her in one of the small villas, doing mundane things like cooking lunch or baking bread. Homely things.
It wasn’t a problem.
He found it impossible to imagine Cass in that role. She didn’t dress like a woman who did such things, and she hadn’t once shown any inclination to cook. She struck him as the sort of woman who preferred to have someone wait on them.
He opened his eyes and scanned the area.
None of the houses were big or grand enough to warrant hiring staff.
He growled when his mind supplied that Milos probably took care of the domestic things.
Worshipping Cass in every way possible.
That growl cut short as the blue door of the store opened and Cass walked out.
Wearing the same slinky and sexy black dress she always did.
No one batted an eye as she greeted them. In fact, they all bowed their heads and one of the older women even stopped her for a brief conversation. When the woman walked away, it was with a smile.
And a look of relief on her face.
It struck him that no one viewed Cass as out of place because they knew she was a witch, and that she helped them.
Which seemed impossible.
Cass didn’t have a kind bone in her body.
He instantly took that back. She did. He had seen it more than once, especially when she was around Marinda, and she had done all she could to heal his brothers whenever they had been injured.
He just didn’t want to soften towards her, and admitting she had good traits as well as bad ones, was a path that would lead to him doing just that.
He wanted to be angry with her.
His eyes slowly widened.
Because he was jealous.
He tried to discount that, to laugh at the impossible notion that he was envious of the bastard Cass had come to see, who lived on this beautiful island with her.
But he couldn’t.
He eased onto his feet and tailed Cass, keeping his distance from her, nodding as he passed the old woman who Cass had comforted. He was tempted to ask what Cass had said to her and about the things she did for the community, but the thought of losing sight of Cass kept him moving forwards.
She followed the road as she reached the other side of the bay and he kept the distance between them steady. Stones that had fallen into the road from the hill that gently sloped up to his right bit into the soles of his feet, but he ignored the pain as he followed Cass. She turned left, following a trail downwards, towards the shore.
Daimon hurried after her and stopped at the start of the path.
Below him, crystal clear blue water lapped at the rocky coast and a small stony beach.
Set just back from that on a stretch of flat pale rock was a single-storey flat-roofed white villa, surrounded by a white painted stone wall that needed repairing. It had fallen down in some places, the stones tumbling into the small patch of dry dirt that had been turned into what appeared to be a herb garden.
Or it had been.
The plants were all dead now, shrivelled and brown.
From the front of the villa, a terrace with a low wall extended outwards towards the sea and looked as if someone had painted it white more recently than the rest of the house. Stripped tree trunks as thick as his arms supported a dark wooden flat roof over the terrace, giving it some shade.
He ducked down as one set of blue wooden shutters opened, revealing a dark interior.
“Come now, Milos… don’t be moody with me.” Cass’s voice held a playful note.
Daimon growled low, the darkness surging through him with renewed ferocity. He stood and shoved the rickety gate open, and stormed down the path, determined to see who this Milos was.
What did this bastard have that Daimon didn’t?
There had to be some reason she had given her heart to this male. He had to be the reason she had declared she wasn’t interested in Daimon’s heart.
Because she already loved another.
A vicious hiss greeted him as he neared the terrace, a low growl following it.