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“And what about you?” I press.
“What about me?”
“Will you just follow us wherever we go next?”
“Not if you don’t want me to. In fact, there are some houses available for rent near the king’s residence that you might find?—”
“We are not staying in Tartarus,” I snap.
He frowns, and I almost lose myself in the small lines that appear between his brows. What would it be like to smooth them with my fingers?
No. He’s the enemy, I remind myself.
I fold my arms across my chest to keep from reaching for him.
“It would be unsafe to return to the Earth realm for the time being,” he says.
“Right.” I snort. “Because Tartarus is such a safe place.”
“Compared to what waits for you in your realm, I’d say it’s your best option.”
He’s right, of course, which only serves to piss me off. Suddenly, taking my chances with the mountainside sounds preferable.
“I don’t have to listen to this.” I turn for the door. “Come on, Kendall. We’re leaving.”
“Um. No?”
I stop short. “What?”
“Tor, Legion is offering protection. We’d be stupid not to take it.” Her voice is way too calm, given the circumstances, and I can feel my control slipping. “Besides, he promised to help you break this curse.”
“We don’t even know him,” I hiss.
“He killed those men to save us,” she says, brows lifting. “I’d say we know enough.”
A headache builds behind my eyelids. “Kendall, you don’t understand how the world works. Just because?—”
“When are you going to stop treating me like a child!”
Her outburst echoes off the stone walls loud enough to shock me into silence, and I feel the guilt settle right between my shoulders.
“We just lost Juniper,” she adds quietly, and I see the grief brimming in her watery eyes. Her unshed tears pierce me like a blade. Guilt pricks sharp between my shoulders, and I relent beneath the weight of it.
“You’re right,” I say quietly. “Survival is what matters now. We’ll stay until we figure this out.”
“Thank you,” Kendall says softly.
I turn to Legion. “Happy?”
His gaze sweeps over me, leaving me tingly in the wake of his perusal. “Getting there.”
I roll my eyes.
“Chaya,” he calls.
The young woman who greeted us reappears, holding a glass of water. “Yes?”
“Will you show our guests to their rooms?”
