“How did you know that?” I feel my jaw tense up. Anger heats my belly and spreads throughout my chest. If she knows who Kas really is, it puts so many people in danger. Kas and our children, the rest of the Menae, even me. I take a step back away from her in case I need to run. “Bronx, Arrow called you a child of Perses. Do you remember that?” She ignores my defensive posture and keeps speaking in a calm tone. “Yeah? It means nothing to me.” I pivot my foot, ready to turn around. I’m only familiar with the ten miles I ran with Arrow this morning, but I will figure something out. “Well, starting right now, it does. He doesn’t have much progeny, but you are one of them. It makes you unique, Bronx.” She crosses her legs and laces her finger over her knee. “You are a Greek demigod. Grandson of the Titan Perses and damn if you don’t look just like that cocky bastard. Even more so than the Frouros or the other four Guardians. Oh, I’ve never thought of it before, but I guess it also make
“What the fu…?” My breath decides it’s a good time to pack its bags and take my words along with it. It’s probably a good thing because the only thing left in my brain is a string of curse words that would even embarrass Saint. A shiver goes up my spine and goosebumps form on my skin, even though the heat of the sun is making me sweat. “Please sit, Bronx. This conversation will be a lot easier if we can all take a step back and discuss questions you have civilly.” Arrow tries to press against my shoulder, but I shy back. “Sy and I will explain what we can and answer any questions you have.” “Don’t touch me.” I snarl and back into one of the supporting poles of the pavilion. “Just tell me what the fuck is going on here.” “What is going on here is that we are helping people who need it. Regardless of their species or rank. This is what we do, Bronx. We left Greece centuries ago. Arrow and I differ from other Gods and Goddesses. Some of them would do anything to keep us apart. We turn
“Bronx, what do you mean? N-no one told us when they said you needed rehabilitation.” Doctor Khe takes a step back from me. “Why would you do that? What happened?” “I didn’t know why she left. I thought she abandoned me and I was mad and drunk and… I… I want her to hurt as badly as I was hurting.” I rub my hands over my face and force back tears. “It’s too late. I’ve killed both of us. She’ll never forgive me. There’s no point in me being here.” A feeling of despair blankets me. My shoulders feel heavy, forcing me down until my forehead is resting on the ground. This is what I’ve feared, but it’s what I deserve. The pain I have been running from, the one deep in my gut that spreads like acid through my chest, bubbles up and makes up for all the time I spent numbing myself to stop feeling it. The fire it creates is not consoling the way the one liquor creates is. The more it builds, the more it burns a hole straight through me. I grit my teeth and let the growl from deep within me ro
“Hi Doc. Can I help you?” “Time for therapy. Would you like to go inside or stay out here while we speak?” I look around, a little confused. Back home, my appointments are always in the therapist’s office. “You give me a lot of choices.” “Does that make you uncomfortable?” She tilts her head and leans back, using the log to support her. “I’m just not used to it. Kinda…. confusing, I guess? I don’t know about being uncomfortable.” “Okay. Would you like me to decide for you?” “Another choice.” I give her a dry chuckle. “Sure. You can pick.” “Alright, then we’ll stay out here. Have a seat.” She gestures to the small log where she was sitting earlier. “Mind if I keep working on this log thing while we talk?” “If that’s what suits you, sure.” She gets up and sits on the small log to give me space to work. “I think my original assessment about you was incomplete.” “What do you mean by that?” I keep shimmying the rebar without looking at her. “I thought you would be more… angry. I
Just move the log. I haven’t been able to make it budge an inch. I roll over and look at the clock. Four seventeen a.m. Two solid weeks of getting to be a spectator in the memories of my past lives. I think it’s time to take things into my own hands. Images of Kas, dying in horrific, violent ways or giving me passionate kisses that I wish would never end, have relentlessly consumed my thoughts. It has made it impossible to sleep at night or focus during the long, hot days. The more I see, the more I regret how I’ve treated her in this lifetime. The only one I have to be pissed at is myself. More and more, I just want to be near her so I can beg for forgiveness. I miss her presence, her laugh, the serene look on her face when she meditates, the way she can calm me with a slight touch. I miss everything about her. And do I have to tell you how fucked up it is to see memories of how excited the Mavri Magea are when our lives happen intersect? The more I see images and clips of them, th
Kas’s POV People mill around the room. I can hear them whispering and feel their worry. I must be getting closer to my body. It seems like I just need a little more direction to get there. I can’t hear Lex anymore. Hopefully, I’ll be able to feel her when I get to my body. Alright, Kas. Focus. The longer I’m in the Beyond, the more likely Aphrodite is to find me. Back to basics. What is the difference between being an astral being and a physical being? I guess it’s mostly being able to feel your body and understanding of the passage of time. Once you become adept at removing your consciousness from your physical self, it’s hard to tell the difference. I focus on the essence of my spirit and what it feels like to be confined to my flesh. I imagine what Maya and Andreas smell like and the silkiness of their hair. The concentration wears on me, but something tells me it’s time to go back. I’ve spent enough time in the Beyond. I become more aware of the weight of my body and my hear
“Kas, of all the things that have ever come out of your mouth, that was by far the strangest.” Milo takes me by the shoulders and looks at me wide eyed. “Please tell me you’re joking… or that you had some kind of weird vision or something.” Frustration creeps in when I try to figure out what to say. It's the truth. Bronx would have believed me. He wouldn’t have liked it, but he would have believed me and supported me. Why can't Milo do the same? “Milo, I’m telling you that’s what happened. It wasn’t a vision or a dream. It was real.” I take his hands off my shoulders and hold them in mine. “She somehow pulled me into this place that is called the Beyond. It is like… a place between astral dimensions. I would go there when I needed to hide while I was creating Kardiá tou Menae. When beings were… after me… It’s the first time I have seen anyone else hanging out there. Sometimes you can sense other beings passing by you, but they never stop. I mean, I stopped there plenty of times, but
“Eleven people? How long will they be visiting?” Ashley sounds exacerbated when she comes into the suite with Katie. Her phone is between her ear and shoulder. “Uh-huh… Uh-huh… So, permanent? Okay, where am I supposed to put these eleven people?” Diane rushes up and takes Katie from Ashley and brings her over to the living area. So Ashley can finish her conversation. “I guess I could do a suite in the guard section of the packhouse and three houses? Will that work? Okay… Hold on, I need to write this down.” She takes a silent, frustrated breath and sits at the table to take notes. “When do they need to be ready?” She scribbles on a pad of paper and shakes her head, then pauses. “Two weeks? You mean during the full moon? Can’t it be a few days after?” I look at Diane who shrugs at me. Ashley stands up, still leaning over the table, taking notes. “No, Reggie. I would rather set my hair on fire and put it out with a hammer, but I will not have new pack members in temporary housing t