Electric Idol (Dark Olympus #2)(93)

“Aphrodite took a hit out on me.” It feels good to say it aloud, almost cathartic.

“What?”

“Yes.” I feel Eros tense a little, a silent acknowledgment that he’s awake. “Zeus won’t step in unless we have definitive proof, so we planned to get the support of Hades and Poseidon and force his hand. Even Aphrodite can’t stand against those three.”

She’s silent for a beat. “It’s not a bad plan as such things go, but it’s not really a good one, either.”

“I’m aware.”

Another pause. “You have something in mind for backup.”

My sister knows me so well. Normally, I’d appreciate her insight into what I’m considering, but I’m achingly aware of Eros against me, listening to everything. “We’re set on trying this first,” I finally say. It’s even the truth. Just because I don’t think it will work doesn’t mean I’m correct. I desperately want to be wrong.

“Hades will stand in support of you.”

That makes me smile. “You aren’t going to talk to him first?”

“I don’t need to. One, he’s sitting right here, listening in like a nosy husband. And two, you’re his sister-in-law and he likes you, so obviously he’s going to do whatever it takes to ensure you stay safe. Right, Hades?”

I hear a deep murmured assent in the background. Well, that takes care of that. I didn’t anticipate anything different, but I’ve been surprised enough in the last week that I can take nothing for granted. “Thank you.”

“He’ll let Zeus know, but you need to work on Poseidon. He stays out of this stuff, and it would take one rather large inciting incident to get him into the mix.”

I’m all too aware of that. “Let Mother worry about that.” We’re both silent for a moment as we contemplate what our mother could possibly have to incite cooperation from that man. I shudder. “I have to get up and make some calls.”

“Stay safe. We’re here if you need us.”

My throat goes tight, and I have to swallow hard to get the words out. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

I toss the phone aside and turn in Eros’s arms to face him. “You heard.”

“I heard.” He cuddles me close. For such an icy man, Eros certainly likes to touch me. Almost as much as I like being touched by him. He rests his chin on the top of my head. “One down, one to go.”

I press a kiss to his chest, enjoying this closeness. It feels like we’ve turned a corner. I don’t know what the future holds if we can get through this current mess, but a strange sort of hope takes up residence in my chest. I love him. He cares about me, which seems to indicate he could love me if given the opportunity. “Eros?”

“Yeah?”

It’s tempting to keep my thoughts internal, but I’ve never been good at controlling my mouth around this man. Especially when his feelings hang in the balance. “Last night, you said you don’t know how to love.”

He tenses. “I don’t.”

“You’re wrong.”

Eros huffs out a strained laugh. “I think we can both agree I’m damaged goods.”

“Stop that.” I sit up. “Stop talking about yourself like that. I wouldn’t let someone else talk about you so cruelly, and I’ll be damned before I let you do it, either.”

The shock on his face hurts my heart. “It’s the truth.”

“Eros, you love Helen.”

He makes a face. “She’s like a sister to me.”

“I know.” I press my hand to the center of his chest. “And you love her like a sister. That love counts. One could argue it counts even more than romantic love because there isn’t sex in the mix, muddying things up.”

He opens his mouth, hesitates, and finally covers my hand with his. “It’s difficult to argue with that.”

“Because I’m right.” I take a deep breath. “Whether or not what we have gets to love, that’s not something either of us can control.” Even if it’s too late for me on that note. “But never doubt that you’re capable of it.”

Eros studies my face for a long moment and then his face relaxes in a smile. “I really don’t deserve you.”

“You really don’t.” I laugh a little. “But not for the reasons you’ve stated previously. I’m just a gem of a human being.”

“I know.”

The moment spins out between us, and those three little unforgiveable words dance on the tip of my tongue. I love you. I can’t say them. Not now, not after that conversation. It will look like I’m trying to manipulate him or, worse, that I expect him to say them back right now.

Desperate for a distraction, I clear my throat. “I’m starving.”

That springs him into motion just like I suspected it would. “Let’s get you fed, then.”

An hour later, we’ve eaten and showered. We’re plotting out the rest of our day when my phone rings. I hold my breath when I see my mother’s name. “Hello?”

“Poseidon is out. I’m sorry, Psyche. I tried every bit of leverage I have, but he refuses to get involved.”

Disappointment takes the bones right out of my legs. I barely manage to land on the chair instead of the floor. “I see.”