Sin & Salvation (Demigod of San Francisco #3)(20)

They both knew Valens used her, in all forms of the word, exclusively.

“So it seems.” Zorn slipped his phone back in his pocket. “He’s caught scent of the trail.”

“Not yet. That he sent Flara means he’s still sniffing. But he’s headed in the right direction. Things will start moving quickly now.”

“Yes, sir.”

Kieran paused. “You saved this for the last piece of news. It would’ve cut our conversation in half. Why wait?”

Another sly smile curved Zorn’s lips. He shrugged. “Curiosity. I wanted to see what you’d do with the other information before I…pushed the agenda.”

“You’re ready to go to war.”

“Been ready, sir. All we have left is the details.”

Kieran turned, lead in his middle. “Wars are won and lost in the details.”

And he intended to win.





8





Alexis





Good morning, beautiful.

A smile graced my face as I read the message on my phone. Kieran was smooth, I had to give him that, and right now, I needed it. It helped me ignore the lingering feeling of impending doom from the night before. Bria didn’t seem that stressed considering she was being watched by a Demigod, but I was plenty freaked out on her behalf.

Filtered light bled through the fog outside my window pane. Just because it was the nice time of year clearly didn’t mean the fog was an ancient memory.

I glanced at the time. Nine o’clock. The kids would be up getting their breakfasts in early so as not to throw it up during training later on. They’d finally learned that lesson the hard way.

I zipped back a return text, though I couldn’t bear to end my salutation with handsome. Or hot ass. Or fucking godly. The man already had an ego problem—I didn’t want to make it worse.

But good heavens I did want him in my bed. It had been nearly a week since I’d seen him last. Nearly a week since I’d felt the rush of his kiss. My body ached for his touch.

“Time to get up, Alexis,” I chided myself, desperately wanting to spare the time to let my hand slip down south and take care of some of the pounding.

My phone vibrated.

Kieran: Wait until later when I can participate.

Shivers ran through me and a slow smile curled my lips. The pounding between my thighs intensified. Sometimes I hated that he could feel me through the connection I’d forged between us. And sometimes, when we both had quiet time, I loved it so hard.

I blew out a breath while throwing back my covers and swinging my feet over the mattress.

After getting dressed, I walked down the hall in time to hear Daisy say, “Tell me how that is a bad idea.”

She sat at the table with a half-eaten omelet in front of her.

“Did you make one of those for me?” I asked, stopping next to her. Mordecai looked back from the stove, a black apron around his waist and a spatula in his hand. “Isn’t the rule that we have to be up for you to make us food?”

“Yup, that’s the rule,” Daisy said, cutting off some of her omelet. “Now she is, so you have to make her one, Mordie.”

“When did I become the house cook?” he demanded.

“You’re a guy.” Daisy shrugged. “Everyone knows the guys cook around this house.”

“Since when?” Mordecai asked.

“Since we started eating real food, that’s when. Hello?” Daisy turned so she could glare at him. “How little do you pay attention?”

Mordecai flipped what would now become my omelet. “That’s gaslighting.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a fact.”

“Okay, you two, knock it off.” I crossed to the fridge. “Daisy, stop gaslighting your brother.”

“I wasn’t—”

“The Six are the reason we have real food,” Mordecai said, sliding the spatula under the omelet. “Just because they also started cooking for us, and also happen to be guys, doesn’t mean—”

“Ah ha!” Daisy jabbed her fork at him. “You just proved my case. Now do as the lady says, and mind you don’t burn the omelet.”

“Daisy, that’s not nice,” I admonished her out of duty. “What were you guys talking about? What’s a good idea?” I crossed to the cabinet and took out two glasses.

“Daisy thinks this whole situation with Kieran is a hot mess,” Mordecai explained, “and we need to enlist more help.”

“From where?” I set the glasses on the table. “Craigslist? Upwork?”

Daisy rolled her eyes. “I heard Jack and Donovan talking last night—”

“Do you constantly eavesdrop now?” Mordecai asked with a scowl.

“Um”—Daisy lifted her hands—“yes. That is what I’m training for, idiot.” She shook her head in annoyance. “Anyway, apparently Valens has at least three times as many forces as we do. Three times, Lexi! He has more Elite, too, that he controls pretty tightly. If we don’t think of something to help, we’ll be steamrolled.”

“Kieran is working it out,” Mordecai said. “He knows what he’s up against.”

“Kieran is only one man, and up until recently, he was a rich playboy mostly confined to an island. A small island, at that. He’s never led an army, or organized troops, or—” Mordecai turned around to give a rebuttal but Daisy stayed his argument with a hand. “No, I haven’t either. What I’m saying is, he’s in over his head. He needs help, and someone has got to step up. Since you and the Six are content to blindly follow him, that leaves me.”