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A crushed spark never ignites,” I tell him. “That’s not how you fan the flame.

Don’t you get it Cat? You’re the key. I knew it the day I laid eyes on you.

Do you know what I have in my heart? I have hope. And I'll share it with the world.

Griffin leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, suggestive rumble only I can hear. "There are things I could boast about, but I'd rather show than tell.

Griffin’s eyes capture mine. He holds my face in his hands. “You. Belong. With. Me.

Hades, Hera, and Hestia!" Flynn curses, pointing up. "What in the Underworld is that?" "A She-Dragon." Everyone turns to me, and as much as I love having four handsome men gape at me in stupefaction, right now, I could do without.

Happiness is a strange, frightening, fragile feeling when you're not used to it.

Have I cheated death again? Hades must be allergic to me.

He’s barely finished himself inside me when my release hits. My thighs tense. The breath stalls in my lungs, and then I kick back my head and let out the loudest, throatiest, and most breathless moan in the history of all history, going boneless in a blissful rush. “Gods, I missed you,” Griffin rasps, holding me as I throb around him. The high-impact tremors fade into sweet, lingering aftershocks. I look up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. My lips part, but no words come out. Even the drag of frosty air over my kiss-swollen lips is almost too sensual to bear. Griffin quirks a dark eyebrow, looking smug. “That was easy.” I grin, falling in love with him all over again. “Then do it again.

His gaze hits mine with the force of a battering ram. He looks… appalled. “I-I won’t do this. I can’t… be with you.

His tongue swirls against my skin, and I gasp. His voice rough with passion, he rasps, "You're living fire. I burn.

How do you know?” I look at him like he’s one Centaur short of a herd. “Soothsayer, remember? I know stuff.

I am caught. You caught me. Not the other way around. From the very first day. And from the very first day, I would have done anything for you—except let you go. I couldn’t. Not when deep down, I knew we were meant to be like this. To love like this.

I dread this power he has over me. It makes me want to tell him all my secrets and see if he still wants me.

I huff. Sort of. “Well, would Your Logicalness care to take me to breakfast and tell me about his plans?” … “Would your Nakedness care to get dressed first?” he asks.

I’ll believe that when the Underworld freezes over and Centaurs fly.

I love you like a man insane.

I make a show of smoothing down my hair – a lost cause at this point. “Ah, that. It’s getting to the stage where it deserved a name. The Knotted Nest? The Twisted Tresses?” “What about the Terrible Tangle?” I nod. “That has serious possibilities.” “The Matted Mess?” he suggests.

I’m… “ I stop, at a loss. Griffin lifts his eyebrows. “Inarticulate at the moment?” Scowling, I thwack him in the chest. “Overwrought?” he supplies, his mouth quirking up. I thwack him again. “Highly emotional?” Thwack. Thwack. “Apparently weak, because none of that hurt at all.

I roll my eyes. "Oh, the woe of being adored." Beta Sinta grins. "It's a hard life.

I shortened my name to Cat for a reason – as in Cataclysm.

I thought you of all people would understand.” “Understand what? Being an idiot?” That seems to surprise him enough to add something new to his countenance. A trace of humor softens the stark lines of his face. “No.” A wry smile just barely curves his lips. “Maybe.” “I am an expert idiot,” I say. “I practice all the time.

It’s just you always…” “Run,” I finish for him… I gaze up at him. Soft light plays over his striking features – the hard planes of his cheekbones, his strong jaw, the slight hook in his nose. “I’ll still run, Griffin. The difference now is that I’ll run to you.” He looks at me for a long time, his gray eyes inscrutable. “You’d better.” I arch an eyebrow. “Or you’ll spank me?

It’s time to be the person you were meant to be, Cat. You don’t just have to make decisions and stand by them now. You have to live with them.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Griffin asked me to take a chance. On him. On trust. On love. I did, and look where it got me. That my misery is my own damn fault doesn’t escape me. It just makes it worse.

I've known all sorts of fear - fear of pain, fear of discovery, fear of capture. This is new. This is the kind of fear that teaches me the difference between trying to stay alive, and wanting to live.

I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.

I want you. I need you. For as many hours as possible, I don't want to think about anything but you.

I wasn’t made for Griffin, and he wasn’t made for me. We were made for each other.

I will always come back to you.” …I lean forward and kiss him because he’s my hunger and my food, my thirst and my water, my air and my every breath.

I will never let you go, and I will never leave you. I would defy creatures, and Gods, and terrible, brutal queens to keep you safe and by my side. I would move Mount Olympus itself to hold you in my arms and feel your heart beat against mine. You are my soul, and yes, I will fight for you and protect you until my dying breath.

Kato looks ill. “I… It… Me…” He stares at the massive snake. “Big.” I squeeze his arm. “Don’t worry. You’ll speak in complete sentences again soon.

Make a decision, and don't turn back." "What if it's wrong?" "I don't know." He winks at me over his shoulder. "It's never happened.

Maybe I'll trust him to fight my monsters while I sleep. Maybe I don't have a choice. His voice is fierce in my ear. "You're mine now, Cat. Don't you dare die on me.

Men don't understand discretion. My goal is to survive on my weakest abilities. That saves other talents for when I really need them and doesn't reveal important skills to any idiot who might be watching.

My heart is on fire, Griffin. I don't know when it'll stop.

Never promise things you can't deliver," I whisper. "I can try," he whispers back, and I hate myself because I smile.

Now that that's settled, you're coming with me." "Never in a billion suns. Not even if Zeus showed up as a swan and tried to peck me in your direction. I wouldn't go with you even if my other option was Hades dragging me to the Underworld for an eternal threesome with Persephone.

People talk about fight or flight? That's nonsense. It's fight and flight.

Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.

That's what it comes down to for everyone. How much use we can be.

The door opens, and I turn my head, my heart thudding at the sight of Griffin. Tall, broad, muscular but sleek, he stalks into the room like a predator, his gait balanced and sure, his glittering, gray eyes focused entirely on me. Inky hair, a hawkish nose, that stubborn jaw, and thick, black stubble make him look hard and intimidating. With his sword strapped on and his dark brows lowered, he’s a warlord on the prowl. I shiver. I couldn’t want him more.

There are multiple roads. You alone choose the ones you take. Some lead to the same destination via different pathways. Others lead to similar or dissimilar outcomes, depending on where you turn.

The warlord pierces me with a hard stare. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." "Or no way, " I retort.

Unless they're utterly heartless, people put a certain value on human life. It keeps us from killing each other off for no reason. But for leaders like you and me, a moral high ground is too absolute. There are choices to be made.

When we first found each other, I was a mess, full of conflict and fear. His steadfastness and unwavering faith in me helped to save me from myself, and from what I could become. Right now, he'd kill mother for me. Or he'd watch me kill her myself. He also understands this choice and how it's a part of me.

Who’s arguing now?” “Cat…” I smile innocently. It’s hard not to laugh. “Yes, Your Growliness?” He growls.

You’re impatient,” he says. “I like it.

You're the air I breathe," he says without a trace of humour in his voice.

You’re the shield, and I’m the sword.