Chapter 0392

Mark starts towards dad's armchair, tugging me along with him. I let him pull me, knowing he's scared. "Do you think they meant it?" Mark asks, looking at me as I perch myself on the arm next to him. "That they're...going to wait until after the Midwinter holiday? Or...I mean...are they going to do a sneak attack?"

"They probably meant it," Jackson says, walking over with us and standing tall behind the chair, so close I can feel the warmth of him. "The Atalaxians are...very religious. They take their worship of the gods very seriously."

"Well then you'd think they'd give me and Ella a bit more respect," Cora says, her voice a bit dry, coming to join our conversation as other small ones break out elsewhere in the room. "Considering who our mom is."

*Do they...know that? About your lineage?" Jackson asks, frowning, considering it.

"Who knows," Cora sighs, waving her hand.

"I'm not sure it matters," Jackson says with a shrug. "The Cult of the Goddess never really took hold in Atalaxia, except perhaps amongst the women. Which, considering the official state stance of sweeping misogyny, probably makes sense."

they worship?" Mark asks, looking curiously up

God, primarily," Jackson replies instantly, looking down at my

she snaps it back up, frowning at Jackson a little. "Wait, how

frowning back like it's obvious. "We study this. We're supposed to know

it?" She tilts her head to

his words. "Doesn't try very hard with the books. He concentrates more on the

have some words with her son later. "Well, I'm glad one of you is paying attention," she murmurs. I turn my head to look up at Jacks again, and see him fighting a smile, genuinely pleased to be complimented like that. It brings a smile to my face too, surprising

closely, but I let my eyes drift around the room. Daphne

feeling sorry for them, my eyes starting to drift away and move on, seeking my mother and my sister, but... My eyes snap back to the pair. Because Luca I understand - he's battling a hangover and what I can only imagine was an intense

But now he looks...sweaty, and unsettled, and just plain ill. I frown, not understanding. What on earth is wrong

time to think on

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