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“That man is not our uncle, Ares,” I snap.
Ares shrugs noncommittally. “He’s our ma’s uncle. So he’s kin.”
“Are ye just going to pretend that we are welcome at Whitewraithe, then?” I ask, disgusted.
Ares purses his lips. “Have ye got a better idea, Hades?” His gaze slides away from my face to the road ahead and he shrugs. “Because I think ye know as well as I do that Whitewraithe is a damned good option. Ma left us the photo of the place with the address written on the back for a reason. If there was ever a time to pull the rip cord and save yourself…”
“We can go anywhere!” I shout. I bang my hand repeatedly against the leather seat beside my leg. “Anywhere would be better than that!”
Persephone winces and pulls her arms from mine, scooting away from me.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Penny…”
She huddles against the door on the other side of the car, looking more tired than I’ve ever seen her. “If you’re going to shout and hit things, I’m fine over here.”
I’m very god damned close to losing control. I look at Persephone, my mouth drawing into a tight circle. My fists clench and unclench.
“Hades. Just… we have to refuel in New York anyway. Think about Whitewraithe. And if ye can’t come up with a better plan by the time we touch down in the big apple, then…” He throws his hands up in the air for a second.
I glance at him. Then at the road before us, realizing that he’s right. Any minute now we will pull up to the airport and have to tell the flight crew just where to fly us.
Glancing over at Penny, I blow out a long breath. “Fine,” I grate out. “Put it on the flight manifest. And if I can’t come up with a better place before New York…”
I clamp my lips shut, feeling a pulse of anger sluice through the veins. Ares turns around, texting and driving.
I slide my hand out, gripping Penny’s knee. She looks at me, as if she’s uncertain about my intentions. The distrust in her eyes is a knife to my heart.
A few minutes later, she lets me pull her back onto my lap and cover her with the blanket again. A muscle ticks in my cheek as I try to be naught but her savior once more.
Chapter29
Persephone
It’s late at night when we fly over the icy black sea to the northeastern tip of Scotland. The sun vanished when Hades bustled me into the backseat of a waiting car. Ever since, I have stared out the window at the blur of light sand and dark waves that makes up the shore as we pass it by. There is nothing out here on the lonely highway Hades drives down. No other light but our headlights, illuminating this winding, twisting rut of a road as we climb steep hills and plummet down narrow, claustrophobic valleys.
I yawn and stretch my legs, watching Hades as he navigates, seeming almost unthinking though I know that he is the opposite. He whips our little black Porsche around sharp turns and yet he seems…
Well, not peaceful. But I can no longer tell that he’s planning murder and mayhem from his expression alone. I shift in my seat, thinking that I would feel much more comforted if Hades weren’t currently driving like a bat out of hell.
He looks at me, his brief glance making his expression tighten. “What?”
His voice is a wire stretched too thin and then strummed. Taut, as if all the tension I could read in his face is still very much inside him.
I scrunch my face to the side and shrug.
“I didn’t say anything.”
Hades smiles humorlessly, his expression cruel. “I can hear ye thinking from over here. Yer thinking that I’m a madman for bringing ye here. Yer wondering how to tell me that ye want to leave me and get the fuck out of here.”
I glance out the window, my brow hunching.
“Stop guessing at what I’m thinking. You’re almost always wrong.”
He snorts, his big hands gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles are growing white. “I didn’t hear a no anywhere in there, Persephone.”
I clear my throat, skipping over his questions. “I was thinking that we don’t have to go to this place. If you want to avoid it so badly?—"
“We’re ten minutes away.” He studies me out of the corner of his eye. “If ye don’t want to go?—"
