Chapter 153: Golden Shimmers in the Darkness

Cassie.

The last thing I wanted to do was see Odin, my supposed grandfather, when I had more important things to worry about, like what was wrong with Lucas. However, here I stood before him, watching as he took me in from head to toe, run- ning his hand over his beard as if he had something on his mind. “You called for me?”

Nodding, a smile crossed his wrinkled face. “I did… I know our last meeting didn’t go as I had planned and I wanted to clear things up.”

Stunned this was why he called me, I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find the words needed to make sense of why I was here. Of course, I wanted to talk to him, or at least I thought I did, but right now wasn’t the time to do it.

“I’m not sure what you want to talk about…” It was true, I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about considering there wasn’t really much to say, but by the look on his face, he was- n’t pleased with my remark.

His brows narrowed at my words as he sat a little straighter. I had no doubt he wasn’t expecting me to respond the way I did, but it was irrelevant. Pollux and Trixie were wait- ing for me and being here wasn’t going to help the mass of mysteries we were trying to figure out.

“Castor,” the sound of Odin saying my first name was a distraction. No one called me Castor but my mother, and that

was usually when I was in trouble.

“Odin…” I replied, holding my chin high. “I’d say that we can do this all day long, but I honestly have something else to tend to.” I refused to backdoor or show any weakness. If he had something to say, he could get on with it.

Chuckling, he shook his head with a smile that made my brows furrow in confusion. “You have such a strong will to survive, Castor. So much confidence and yet it is perfectly balanced by the soft, sweet side of you that you hide away.”

“Showing weakness gets you killed,” I replied quickly. That was a lesson my father taught me long ago, and something I made sure I didn’t do.

“There’s more to life than simply hiding behind what you fear. We really do need to have this conversation, but I can see by the way you are moving from foot to foot you would rather be elsewhere than actually having a conversation with me. Am I correct?”

“You would be correct,” I quickly said with an eyebrow raised in his direction. Gesturing with his hand, he showed me towards the door, not saying another word. I wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or if I possibly made a huge mistake in disregarding whatever conversation he wanted to have with

Turning towards the door, a heavy breath escaped me as I thought over what I was possibly doing. Was this going to be a negative mark against me, refusing to have words with Odin? Or would it be a positive thing to where he maybe wouldn’t look at me again, and therefore, I could go under- cover or do whatever it was I needed to do without his watch- ful gaze upon every move I made?

my mind went back to my brother and friend, who currently watched over my unbonded mate, who lay in a bed full of darkness, and I had

at him for the way that he had

was not the easiest per- son

the sight before me. Lucas, upright in bed, was snarling at Pollux, his eyes completely black as if the Onyx depth of despair had filled him and not a single bit of light

going on, and the last thing I wanted was for the gods to figure out what it was. It was bad enough that Freya was obviously well aware of the situation if she

a chance Lucas

pissed me off, wasn’t something I

the room, my eyes fell on Sansa, and with a wide, shocked expression, she shrugged her shoulders. “I have no idea

was away? I was literally gone for fifteen minutes,” I exclaimed in anger. How was it we calmed the

brewing in his room?

eyes darted directly toward me as I spoke. “You,”

besides the obvious, of course, but slowly he slid off the bed, and as he did, I made sure not to freeze

my body come alive, he stopped in his tracks and growled at me again, the problem was my stupid ass brother didn’t know I had every- thing under control, and as he tried to rush Lucas, he got blasted back

mimicked mine, but one

body. He wasn’t dead, and that was simply by luck. But knowing Lucas hurt my brother

his claws at my neck and only inches between our faces, I felt myself break. I wanted to hurt

trying to get his attention,

was.

laughed maniacally. “You’re the cause of all of this, Cassie.

you and the power

with tears at his words. “Lucas, stop…

it? Poor Cassie, she can’t take the fall for anything, can she? What a pathetic use of godly

going to die, but a roar, unlike

Lu- cas’s body, attempting to get up from the

the center of

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