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

primarily," Jackson replies instantly, looking down at

back on her shoulders. But then she snaps it back up, frowning at Jackson a little. "Wait, how do you know all

back like it's obvious. "We study this. We're supposed to know our enemy, through and

doesn't Jesse know it?" She tilts her

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

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

but I let my eyes drift around the room. Daphne sits

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

was laughing and joking with us. But now he looks...sweaty, and unsettled, and just plain ill. I frown, not understanding. What on

there's no time to think on

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