Chapter 53 The Dragon
THE DRAGON
ACHILLES
I held on to Patro’s bicep, my fingers shaking. He was my heart and soul. My everything.
The urge to chain him to my side was overwhelming. Ever since they’d severed his tendon, I’d been plagued by the need to massacre every Olympian on earth.
Dostoevsky must have seen inside my soul when he wrote, “no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel.”
There was no mercy left inside me.
“I adore you,” Patro whispered against my neck.
I shuddered.
Start a war for him.
Do it.
Patro kissed down to my collarbone. “I love you so much.”
I just need to get this muzzle off.
Then I’ll kill them all.
“I love you more than anything in the world,” Patro said with reverence.
The Olympians were smart to muzzle me. Most of the time I was a calm, collected man, but then there were the other times, the moments when I snapped, and lost all pretenses of civility. I was close to the latter.
Patro sighed heavily.
Pulling away from him, loathing every inch that separated us, I signed, “Don’t worry.”
“About what?” Patro’s shockingly green eyes were glazed with pleasure.
“Medusa,” I signed, bracing myself for his rage.
Patro’s lips curled into a sinful smile.
Pheromones and something new, a forbidden dark urge, lingered in the air between us.
“Oh, I’m not worried,” Patro said, his tone wicked. “But Medusa should be.”
If I was a good man, I would have told him to leave her alone.
I didn’t.
My own curiosity was piqued by the infamous Gorgon.
Everyone assumed that I was the only dangerous one in the relationship, but when Patro set his sights on someone, when he was truly intrigued, no force on earth could stop him from getting what he wanted.
Toxic anticipation filled my chest.
We were already assigned as Medusa’s bodyguards, and we were going to be spending a lot of time together in the future.
She can’t escape us.
Leather creaked as I tried to smile.