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Authors: Deidre Knight

Tags: #Man-woman relationships, #Goddesses, #Gods, #Paranormal, #Delphian oracle, #Fiction, #Romance, #Paranormal romance stories, #Immortalism, #Daphne (Greek deity), #General, #Leonidas, #Contemporary

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Mace socked him hard in the gut again, and enough was enough. Sable caught hold of the marine’s hands, pinioning them. “Listen to me, Mason Angel. I didn’t do anything,” he snarled, the words rasping. “He was taken; Nikos and Ari both were. But I can bring you to them—I think I’ve found the place where they’re being held.”
Mason struggled to catch his breath, relaxing a bit in Sable’s grasp. “You mean that you’ll tell me where he is?”
“Of course,” he promised, releasing the hunter. “That’s why I’ve come to you.”
Mason staggered backward, sagging against the truck. “He was taken,” he repeated numbly. “He’s alive.”
Sable nodded. “Yes . . . for now.”
Mason snapped an angry gaze at him. “What the hell did you do?” he accused again, coming back to life.
“It was Ares, not me.” Sable shook his head vigorously. “I thought . . . I didn’t do it. I didn’t know.”
Mace glared at him. “Hell, you didn’t! You came to us, gained our trust. Sophie’s trust. You know, my cousin’s one of the sweetest, most guileless people on the planet. No wonder you targeted her.”
“No! I did not,” Sable snapped ferociously. “Sophie isn’t part of this. She has nothing at all to do with current events.”
Mace jabbed a finger at him. “She’s everything to do with this because she’s the one you managed to snooker. You wove her into your web and look where the hell it’s landed all of us.”
“I love her.” The words escaped before Sable could zip them inside. “Sophie,” he added, as if he weren’t fool enough.
“You what?” Mason took a step closer, his eyes growing wide in disbelief. He started to laugh. “Oh my God, it must be early, because I thought I just heard you say . . .”
Sable squared his shoulders boldly. This was her family; he had to redeem himself, make sure that everyone knew his intentions. “I love your cousin,” he said, feeling his cheeks burn hot. “I’ve not told her yet . . . not declared . . .”
He gaped down at his hooves, grappling for the right words. “I would never have set Nik or Ari up, but even if I’d wanted to . . . I would never have hurt Sophie that way. I did not intend this outcome.” He dared to look up, briefly. “In fact, as I said, I believe I’ve tracked down the location where they’re being held.”
Mason blinked once, twice. Then with a shake of his head, he opened the truck door. “So, I guess monkeys might fly out of your ass next, huh? I’d probably be less surprised.” Mace gestured. “Where are we heading? I’ll drive, you teleport—and be quick about it. Because I’m in love, too, only my guy’s among the missing.”
Sable gave a firm nod. “I realize. That’s part of why I chose you; I knew you’d have a personal stake in bringing the warriors home.”
As soon as he’d given Mace the address, Sable moved into wind and air, teleporting as fast as he could.
Chapter 24
 
L
eo quietly entered his chambers, and with one look, Daphne knew what he’d come to say—she saw the resignation on his face. She sat up from where she’d been curled atop his large bed, hugging his pillow to her chest. The entire time, she’d drunk in the scent, that earthy, husky smell of her beloved.
“I keep pretending that I’m holding you,” she told him, her voice muffled against the pillow. “I’m afraid I’ve cried so hard that your pillowcase is soaking wet.”
“Daphne, love.” He strode slowly closer, favoring his right leg. “We must talk.”
With another look, Daphne was sure—she’d read him right, about what he’d come to tell her. She shook her head vigorously. “I don’t want to have this particular chat.” She pulled the thin comforter up to her chin. “I don’t want to talk right now at all. Not about this.”
Leo walked to the bed where she lay, his eyes full of unfathomable regret. “You know that we must.”
She rolled onto her back, still clutching the coverlet like a lifeline. From the expression on his face, the haunted look in her lover’s eyes, she knew he was here for only one ghastly purpose. “So you can tell me that you give up? That you won’t fight anymore?” She shook her head again, plastering herself against the pillows. “I think not,
my lord
.” Perhaps the honorific, no longer appropriate between them, would bring him to his senses.
He settled beside her on the edge of the bed. “We’ve exhausted our options,” he said evenly. “Aristos can’t heal me for forever, and your brother has now made it profoundly clear that he plans to win this battle. I think he only allows me to linger so he can enjoy my struggle. He has always loved watching me . . . all of us squirm.”
Daphne flung back the covers, scrambling to Leo’s side. “Look where we are, my king! Here, together . . . alone in your bedroom.” She rose up onto her knees, right in front of him on the edge of the mattress. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be here? Oh, let us think back to the very beginning when my brother cast me into invisibility.
That
is how long!”
She slapped the mattress with angry, flat palms. “I watched you throughout every ancient battle or skirmish you fought, and onward, throughout all the ages. I saw you at Bannockburn, hovered near you at the Marne. By the time I stood beside you at Chosin Reservoir, unseen and faithful, you were no more aware of my existence than you’d been in the very beginning.”
“You . . . you were there?” he asked in a stunned voice. His expression became bleak, haunted. “All the blood . . .”
“I always watched over you. Never left you. All that you endured? I endured it, too.”
He buried his face in both hands, and she’d have sworn he’d begun trembling. “You should not have been forced to see . . . all that I’ve done.”
“I saw a brave warrior, a man who would lay down his life for his people, for humanity. And I suffered with you.
For
you, Leonidas.”
He dropped his hands away, a devastated, pale expression on his face. “I’d do anything to blot all of that ugliness and death from your memories.”
She gave him a bittersweet smile. “But then I’d forget all those moments of you.”
He shook his head fiercely. “What I’ve lived—you should not have endured it also!”
“I didn’t want you to be alone. Sure, you had your warriors and friends. But I saw the grim loneliness in your eyes, and so I kept vigil over you. But that is why,” she said softly, “you may not choose your fate alone now, without my say. Not after all the centuries when I loved you in silence.”
Leo blew out a mournful sigh, planting solid palms on her shoulders. “If I’d known you were there . . . beside me, you wouldn’t have been alone. In silence. I’d have answered resoundingly. I had no idea.”
“But you know me now,” she whispered. “You realize that we are losing time. With every argument, every debate. Let’s stop, and just love each other.”
With a long, sultry glance at him, she licked her lips, wanting the truth to be obvious: her desire for him remained and was undiminished. She cupped his face in her palms, lightly stroking his gray beard; the contrast with his dark skin was breathtakingly beautiful. Exotic, even. “Can’t you see how my body responds to you? I want to have you inside me again, feel you deep . . . the warmth of your seed.” She blushed, unable to help feeling shy, and added, “I want you to taste me again, your head between my thighs . . . and I want to take you in my mouth, too.”
“Oh, gods, Daphne,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “The thought is almost more than my heart can take. Because I want that, too . . . but if I don’t end this now, you will hurt so much more when I die.”
“No! You’re hurting me right now! You’re breaking my heart, Leonidas.”
“I am
protecting
you!” He thundered, more loudly than she’d ever heard him speak before.
He wrenched out of her grasp, and stormed to the other side of the room. “I was thirty-five at the Hot Gates. How do you reckon my years now?” Leo strode back toward her, favoring his right knee more than he’d done at Olympus, more than she’d ever witnessed. “I suppose we could call the bet at fifty.”
“You are so beautiful to me. More than ever. The lines on your face, the age written across your features . . . they arouse me. The silver in your hair beguiles me, makes me want to touch it. Touch
you
.” She had to reason with him, make him see the truth of their situation. “You are still young enough,” she told him fiercely. “Still strong and vital and—”
He cut her off with a harsh laugh. “What were you, eighteen at the time of our bargain?”
She said nothing; he was correct. To a point . . . she’d been frozen immortally at that age by Zeus and even now was unsure exactly how many years she’d been alive.
“As I suspected. I’ve always been far, far too old for you, Daphne.” He turned, walking slowly toward the window, seeming worn down. But savagely beautiful, still. “In the throes of immortality, we both simply chose to ignore that fact.”
“You’re wrong.”
He glanced back at her, dark eyebrows lifting. “Am I? Wrong that I’m old enough to have fathered you? I think not.” He laughed, a hollow, haunted sound that made tears fill her eyes. “Now it’s anyone’s guess how much that gap will widen in the coming days.”
“No, you’re wrong about us. About us not being right together.”
He cast a raw glance at her. “I’ve always been less than worthy of your love.”
“No! No, Leo, there is only one thing that you have
always
been, and that is mine. I was a fool to stay away, to fear my brother when we could have been together. Ares may have placed this curse upon us—”
“Upon
me
,” he corrected in a whisper, sadness filling his dark eyes. “He has touched me eternally, once again. But this time . . . my hours are fading.”
“We’ll bring Aristos back. He can help you! A life lift,” she said frantically. “He can give you another. And there’s Sophie—we can try Sophie.” She was grasping, desperate, determined to make him see reason.
“You and I both know that she’s too new in her gift, and that touching me in this state would put her in grave danger. No, I won’t risk young Sophie’s mortal life. Every avenue is closing to me and it is time to accept reality.”
A thick lump lodged in her throat, and for a moment she couldn’t find her voice at all. “But we still have right now,” she whispered. “What more do any lovers ever have? Look at all that Ari and Juliana have endured just to be together now. How long Ajax waited for Shay, to find her in this century and time. Like them, we must love
now
.”
“Now, Daphne?
Now
it is I who must protect you, who must say that we have no future. For I have nothing to offer you, love.”
“You’re being as cruel as my brother,” she said, hot tears streaming down her cheeks. “When I stayed away from you, when I said we could not be, it was to save your life.”
He smiled faintly, love filling his entire expression. “You think my motives are not the same? You believe that I don’t love you?”
She began shaking, couldn’t stop the rush of shock and emotion that engulfed her. “If you did, you’d keep me here, for whatever time is left.”
“I’m sparing you even more death and destruction. You’ve already seen enough of it, delivered by my own hand. I would’ve spared you all those other battles had I known—and I can at least spare you from watching my own terrible end. Here, now at the end of your brother’s epic sword.”
“I don’t care what you’ve done. I never wanted anything but to be near you. That’s all I want now.” She began to sob, hot rushing gulps of air drawing into her lungs. “I want to hold you, even if it’s as you die. I would be the last person you look upon. Leo, I’m begging you.”
“I won’t have you watch me wither away . . . turn frail and feeble. The change inside me cannot be undone; your brother cannot be thwarted in this attack. But I won’t have you see me turn, quite truly, into an
old man
.” He laughed grimly. “Perhaps my nickname was always a bit of prophecy.”
She moved toward him, hands outstretched. “We don’t know how much time we have, Leo. No one in the real world ever does. You once told me that you prayed to claim me. To make love to me. To take me beneath your body and make me yours. I am willing, my lord. I am still . . . have always been . . . yours.”
His lean body was as sculpted, as muscular and fit, as it had always been, and she saw that it still reacted to her with the fervor of a very young man. The khakis that he wore bulged prominently in front, betraying how desperately he still wanted her despite all his claims about sending her away. His words were one thing; his visible need quite another.
She stood in front of him, and pressed a shy, tentative hand against his groin, allowing her fingers to stroke his most intimate place. Leo jolted in reaction, clasping her wrist with a groan.
“Daphne, stop.”
“I see how you still react to me. I felt your manhood, your longing with my own hand.”
He growled, onyx eyes flashing in the semidarkness. “You should not have done so.”
“We don’t know how fast my brother’s curse will work. You could still give me a babe, if you wanted. Several, even . . . and live long enough to watch them grow. Live long enough to love me for years, for us to have a family, a whole life together despite what Ares has done.”

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