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So I can’t blame her when she stiffens as she walks around the corner into the front foyer. Her green eyes snap to mine, narrowing slightly as her lips purse.
“Oh.”
Well, this is going to be fun.
Hi. I’m the daughter of the maniac who tried to kill your sister. And surprise, I’m marrying your sixteen-years-older-than-me uncle to stop a mafia civil war. How’s YOUR Tuesday going so far?!
I manage a weak smile. “Hi, Eilish. I’m—”
“Yeah, I…” Her brow furrows.
“Right, yeah.”
I swallow the lump in my throat.
Great. Fantastic first impression.
“Eilish.”
She pulls her gaze from me to Cillian.
“Is everyone else here?”
She nods. “Almost. Castle is out back with Ares, Hades, and Kratos. Callie is—”
“Hi.”
My head jerks to see another girl around Eilish’s age walking down the staircase, her dark hair, dark eyes, and tanned, olive skin easily giving her away as a Drakos.
“I’m Callie.”
I smile weakly again. “Nice to meet you, I’m—”
“I know. My brother’s the one who put a bullet through your father’s chest.”
Yeah, so, guess we’re coming out swinging for the fences here.
“I—”
“Calliope,” Cillian growls with a warning tone. “Easy.”
She shrugs, glaring at me as Cillian turns back to his niece.
“Is Ms. Guin here yet?”
“Not yet. Neve’s—” Eilish’s gaze drags over me top to bottom. “She’s upstairs.”
“Would you please take Una up and find her something to wear, something appropriate for the occasion?”
“Funeral black should do it,” Callie mutters out of the corner of her mouth.
Cillian hears her, but doesn’t respond, turning back to Eilish. “I’ll be out back.” His gaze swivels to me, making me shiver as the heated power in his eyes lances into me. “See you soon.”
Then he’s gone, and I’m on my own with two frosty faces glaring me down.
It’s not that I can’t stand on my own two feet. I’ve spent my entire life standing up to group home bullies, other foster kids trying to take my or Finn’s stuff, and God only knows how many creeps, predators, thugs, and worse on the streets.
Somehow, though, this is different. Those other times, they were just bullies. I could stand my ground because I had legitimate ground to standon. Today, while I’mnotmy father, to these two, I might as well be.
