not?”
“Because something’s wrong with the portal. It’s not working. Orpheus and I have tech guys here looking at it, but the panel’s totally fried. We have no idea where they went or even if Titus can get back through this way.”
Theron shot a look at Demetrius and Zander, then to Gryphon and finally Isadora. “And just how in Hades did that happen?”
“We’re not sure. But, Theron? Man, you should see the guard down here. That female put her hands on him when he got in her way and tried to stop her. His armor damn near melted beneath her palms. Guy’s got third degree burns all over his chest. Callia’s looking at him now, but I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, skata , even I can’t do that.”
Callia was Zander’s mate and Isadora’s other sister. She was also a trained healer. Gryphon stood from the couch and moved closer. Demetrius and Zander did the same.
Unease flitted through Isadora’s veins. She could tell the guardians were all thinking the same thing as she. Phineus’s gift was the breath of fire, bestowed upon those in his line from the Fates in honor of his forefather, Bellerophon, the great hero who’d slayed the Chimera, a gigantic fire-breathing beast. But Phineus rarely used his gift, for reasons Isadora didn’t quite understand. And the fact he was telling Theron this female—this Natasa—had done something even he couldn’t do, meant things were far worse than they’d all assumed.
“ Skata ,” Theron muttered. He glanced toward Zander. “Phin, I’m sending Z to you. The queen’s about to take the podium and Demetrius, Gryphon, and I can’t leave just yet. Figure out a way to get that portal working again and find out where the fuck Titus is. Fire-and-brimstone shit goes along with our suspicions that she’s working with Hades and Zagreus. As long as she’s out of Argolea, that’s all I care about. But I want Titus back ASAP. You got me?”
“Got it.”
Theron clicked off the com unit and slid it back in his pocket. At his side, he squeezed Casey’s hand and whispered, “Don’t worry.” Then he turned his attention to Zander. “Find him. The last thing I need is another lost Argonaut. Skata , you guys keep disappearing on me like fireflies.”
Gryphon chuckled, and one side of Demetrius’s lips curled—a smile Isadora loved to see. But her joy was short-lived.
As Zander headed for the door, she looked toward Theron. “Burnt armor? Who is this female?”
“I don’t know,” Theron muttered. “But we’ll find out. Right now, let’s just get this speech over and done with. This celebration is quickly turning into a friggin’ nightmare.”
Reluctantly, Isadora turned for the double doors that led to the veranda. She hadn’t foreseen any of this coming, but then her gift of foresight wasn’t exactly predictable, especially not now when she was pregnant. She waited while Gryphon and Demetrius opened the doors, then drew in a deep breath and prayed Theron was wrong.
They couldn’t afford to lose any of the Argonauts, especially Titus. His gift of reading minds was too valuable to their cause.
Chapter Five
Titus didn’t try to speak to Natasa as they walked through the forest. The looks she shot him and the way she tugged on the damn rope attached to his wrists whenever he slowed to glance around told him not to even try. If it were just the two of them, he’d have tugged back until she fell into him and her skin brushed his again, but the six Amazons with their blades drawn—three in front and three in back—nixed that little fantasy.
Still, his view wasn’t all that bad. Natasa had one fine ass in those fitted black pants, and the way her hips swayed when she walked brought all kinds of other images to mind. Like what she’d look like dressed in a black leather bodysuit, wielding that rope like a whip and ordering him around in a sexy dominatrix voice.
He stepped over a downed log covered in moss and flanked by
“Because something’s wrong with the portal. It’s not working. Orpheus and I have tech guys here looking at it, but the panel’s totally fried. We have no idea where they went or even if Titus can get back through this way.”
Theron shot a look at Demetrius and Zander, then to Gryphon and finally Isadora. “And just how in Hades did that happen?”
“We’re not sure. But, Theron? Man, you should see the guard down here. That female put her hands on him when he got in her way and tried to stop her. His armor damn near melted beneath her palms. Guy’s got third degree burns all over his chest. Callia’s looking at him now, but I’ve never seen anything like it. I mean, skata , even I can’t do that.”
Callia was Zander’s mate and Isadora’s other sister. She was also a trained healer. Gryphon stood from the couch and moved closer. Demetrius and Zander did the same.
Unease flitted through Isadora’s veins. She could tell the guardians were all thinking the same thing as she. Phineus’s gift was the breath of fire, bestowed upon those in his line from the Fates in honor of his forefather, Bellerophon, the great hero who’d slayed the Chimera, a gigantic fire-breathing beast. But Phineus rarely used his gift, for reasons Isadora didn’t quite understand. And the fact he was telling Theron this female—this Natasa—had done something even he couldn’t do, meant things were far worse than they’d all assumed.
“ Skata ,” Theron muttered. He glanced toward Zander. “Phin, I’m sending Z to you. The queen’s about to take the podium and Demetrius, Gryphon, and I can’t leave just yet. Figure out a way to get that portal working again and find out where the fuck Titus is. Fire-and-brimstone shit goes along with our suspicions that she’s working with Hades and Zagreus. As long as she’s out of Argolea, that’s all I care about. But I want Titus back ASAP. You got me?”
“Got it.”
Theron clicked off the com unit and slid it back in his pocket. At his side, he squeezed Casey’s hand and whispered, “Don’t worry.” Then he turned his attention to Zander. “Find him. The last thing I need is another lost Argonaut. Skata , you guys keep disappearing on me like fireflies.”
Gryphon chuckled, and one side of Demetrius’s lips curled—a smile Isadora loved to see. But her joy was short-lived.
As Zander headed for the door, she looked toward Theron. “Burnt armor? Who is this female?”
“I don’t know,” Theron muttered. “But we’ll find out. Right now, let’s just get this speech over and done with. This celebration is quickly turning into a friggin’ nightmare.”
Reluctantly, Isadora turned for the double doors that led to the veranda. She hadn’t foreseen any of this coming, but then her gift of foresight wasn’t exactly predictable, especially not now when she was pregnant. She waited while Gryphon and Demetrius opened the doors, then drew in a deep breath and prayed Theron was wrong.
They couldn’t afford to lose any of the Argonauts, especially Titus. His gift of reading minds was too valuable to their cause.
Chapter Five
Titus didn’t try to speak to Natasa as they walked through the forest. The looks she shot him and the way she tugged on the damn rope attached to his wrists whenever he slowed to glance around told him not to even try. If it were just the two of them, he’d have tugged back until she fell into him and her skin brushed his again, but the six Amazons with their blades drawn—three in front and three in back—nixed that little fantasy.
Still, his view wasn’t all that bad. Natasa had one fine ass in those fitted black pants, and the way her hips swayed when she walked brought all kinds of other images to mind. Like what she’d look like dressed in a black leather bodysuit, wielding that rope like a whip and ordering him around in a sexy dominatrix voice.
He stepped over a downed log covered in moss and flanked by
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