himself back as the drug and the fact she had come to rescue him amplified the need he always felt whenever he was near her.
He mourned the loss of her lips against his as she broke away from him and tugged at his shackles, huffing at them. He stared at her, aching for more than just a kiss, so fiercely that he almost missed what she was saying.
“My brothers are here too… well, two of them. Calistos is here.”
He looked at her, caught the tears that shimmered in her eyes as she said that and saw in those eyes that she was still trying to process the fact her brother was alive. He wanted to hold her when she looked like that, conflicted and overwhelmed by emotions he could only imagine. No. He could well imagine how she felt. He would feel the same way if he had been kept away from his twin, had believed him dead, and had been reunited with him.
And he wanted to hold her even more.
Calistos burst into the room, the blonde furie hot on his heels, both of them breathing hard and covered in blood.
“What happened?” Calistos was quick to cross the room to Calindria, and Thanatos noticed how the male stopped himself from touching her at the last second.
Calindria had told him of her power then, and now Thanatos knew why she was conflicted. She wanted to hold her brother just as he wanted to hold her, but she was afraid of doing it. Her hands shook as she pulled a glove back onto her right hand, hastily covering it now her family were near her.
He would help her with her power when all this was done. If she wanted it. He wasn’t really sure what she wanted. She had talked of visiting him at his castle, had spoken just now in a way that made him feel she intended to continue their relationship, but he was no fool. He knew that she might change her mind about that once she was back with her family. She might forget about him.
Gods, he hoped she didn’t, but he didn’t dare to believe this thing between them would continue now her family were back in the picture.
“The demigoddess ran. She has probably teleported beyond our reach now.” He wanted to curse again, was aware that part of the reason for his anger was because he had wanted to convince Hades that he was a suitable male for his only daughter by showing him how competent he was, delivering the demigoddess to him and the information he had gathered too.
“That isn’t possible.” Calindria frowned as she inspected the wound on his arm, her touch light and wreaking havoc on him with the drug still addling his mind, loosening his inhibitions. She glanced up into his eyes and gods, his heart felt as if it was trying to break out of his chest it was beating so hard. Beating for her. A nervous little smile curled her lips and a hint of colour touched her cheeks as her gaze slid towards her brother. “There was a witch with Daimon. She cast a barrier over this place. No one can teleport out of it.”
That gave him hope.
Together with how her eyes burned crimson when he said, “Cassandra is here? That is good.”
He had only meant it as he was pleased she was within their forces since it would help them capture the demigoddess and possibly even some of the higher-ranked warriors under her command, but the fire that blazed in Calindria’s eyes and the way her fingers dug possessively into his arm told him she had taken it in another way.
She thought he admired—wanted—the Russian witch.
“We didn’t see any female on the way here. She must have gone the other way.” Calistos didn’t seem to notice the death grip his sister had on Thanatos’s arm, and Thanatos was thankful.
Although, if he had wanted to avoid her brother discovering that his relationship with Calindria had been more than merely platonic, he probably should have stopped staring at her. He couldn’t though. His eyes wouldn’t obey him as she fussed over the wounds and helped him with the shackles, summoning vines that snaked inside the locks and undid them.
He rubbed his wrists when they were free and his fingers accidentally brushed hers. Her eyes darted up to meet his and he stared into them, losing himself a little as heat rolled through him. Heat she cranked up to an unbearable