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He gave me a backward, smoldering glance. “Wait for me. I’ll be back to pat you dry.” And he strode out.
I wasn’t the waiting type. I definitely wasn’t the damsel-in-waiting type, especially when I caught a whiff of freshly baked bread, roasted rosemary chicken, and wine floating into the bath chamber.
Héctor had said he had company.
What company? Did he have female companions he didn’t want me to find out about?
A stab of jealousy shot to my head, and nausea rolled in my stomach.
But then, a key fact slid into my mind, and I gloated. Even if he had other girls, they couldn’t touch him without suffering dire consequences.
The next instant, I was disgusted with myself.
I’d changed since I’d crossed the gates of the Academy, yet I couldn’t blame that place for ruining me and turning me into this Marigold. If I hadn’t had darkness already inside me, no one and nothing could have brought it up to the surface.
I jumped out of the Jacuzzi without bothering to dry myself.
Wrapping a towel around my chest, I stormed after the Demigod of Death.
CHAPTER 3
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Avariety of disheshad been spread across the oak dining table on the other end of the open suite. That was where the delicious smells had come from.
I didn’t see any mistress or a crew who might have made the food. I’d wronged Héctor. He’d called someone to prepare food for me.
The demigod had said he would take care of me. Providing for me and bathing me were his old-fashioned ways of doing just that.
The past three years, it had mostly been me playing a mother hen’s role—taking care of my coven members and shouldering our burdens. The role reversal was refreshing, though it had thrown me off balance for a second.
My grateful gaze slid to Héctor, who headed toward the door.
I guess he heard me, even though I’d padded downstairs barefoot, because he snapped his attention my way. His eyes bore into me.
Water dripped from me to the Persian rug, soaking it.
I stepped off the pricey decor and onto the marble tile.
“Uh, sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to ruin your expensive carpet.”
“I don’t care about the rug,” he said roughly. “But I asked you to wait inside for a reason.”
