Complete Nothing (True Love #2)(82)

Centuries. She had kept this secret for so long.

“And she truly loves you? You’re certain of this?”

“She does.” His eyes shone, and I knew he was telling the truth. “It may seem silly, but we both thought that if I helped you, then you and Aphrodite . . . maybe even Ares . . . might plead my case with the king—help me get an audience with him. If it came from your parents especially, considering our history, he might be willing to listen, and maybe he’d let me come home.”

His lament was so sincere, his hope so pure, that it opened up something deep inside me. I knew that I could trust him again, felt guilty for having ever doubted him. It was time for me to share my truth with him as well.

“I have something to tell you, too,” I said, standing up straight.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Well, perhaps I should show you.”

With a flick of my hand, I released the lock on his chair and pushed him backward six inches. His hands flew instinctively to his wheels, and his eyes widened.

“Your power?” he hissed, wheeling back to his position.

I nodded. “And that’s not the only one.”

I knelt in front of him and placed my hand, palm up, in his lap. I envisioned a yellow sunflower, and suddenly it appeared there.

“Oh my gods,” Hephaestus said. “How?”

“I don’t know,” I replied in a whisper, tossing the bloom on the couch. I stopped short of telling him about the earthquake, not ready to receive the tongue-lashing he was sure to unleash. “My father thinks they’re returning of their own accord. That I’m so powerful in my own right that they can’t be kept from me.”

Hephaestus whistled, long and low. “That won’t make Zeus happy.”

“That’s what Ares said.”

“You must be careful,” Hephaestus said, reaching for my hand. “Promise me you won’t use them for fun. Only in emergencies.”

He sounded just like my father. Maybe the two of them weren’t as different as they believed. Not that I’d ever share that opinion with either of them.

I looked down at his fingers locked around mine, and my palms began to sweat. What I had done earlier had not been on a lark. I had lost control—a fact that frightened me to my core. But if I could focus on my mission, it wouldn’t happen again. I simply needed to be more careful from here on out.

Whatever the future held, I felt heartened by this conversation with Hephaestus. I wasn’t alone in this. Thanks to Harmonia, I wasn’t alone.

“I promise,” I said. “And I also promise that whatever happens, when this is over, I will do everything in my power to get you home.”

Hephaestus smiled and kissed the back of my hand like a true gentleman. “Thank you,” he said. “You have no idea what that means to me. And to Harmonia.”

I lifted my shoulders and looked up at the ceiling, knowing in my heart that Harmonia was watching. “That’s what sisters are for.”

We held each other’s gaze for a long, peaceful moment, and in that moment I somehow knew that we were going to get through this. Everything was going to be okay. Orion and I were going to return home to Mount Olympus, and we were going to bring Hephaestus with us.

Then, suddenly, Hephaestus’s head snapped to the side. His whole body went rigid.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Harmonia. She’s calling.”

He turned his chair and raced down the hallway to his room. The mirror’s frame glowed so brightly it was near blinding. Breathless with excitement, anticipation, and fear, I stepped into the room behind Hephaestus. He raced to his desk, shoved himself up, and touched the mirror.

Harmonia’s beautiful face filled the screen. Her red hair floated around her like she was lying in the calm waters of a lake. My heart swelled with joy. I’d never been so happy to see anyone in my long, long existence.

“Harmonia, what is it?” Hephaestus’s voice was filled with concern.

I blinked, and for the first time noticed that Harmonia’s face was creased in worry. I had been so blinded by my excitement over seeing her again that I hadn’t noted it.

“Harmonia?” I said, approaching the mirror.

“Eros!” Her eyes widened at the sight of me. “Sister, it is so good to see you. I wish it were under merrier circumstances.”

“What is it?” Hephaestus repeated. “What’s wrong?”

Harmonia glanced over her shoulder, frightened by something in the background we couldn’t see. She was so startled that I automatically reached for the mirror, as if I could somehow press through it and protect her. Then she turned to face us once more.

“You shouldn’t have done it, Eros,” she said gravely. “You should have kept your temper.”

A sizzle of fear went through me.

“Done what?” Hephaestus demanded.

“The earthquake. Everyone knows about it. Everyone saw.”

Hephaestus craned his neck to glare at me. “You caused an earthquake? Have you lost your mind?”

“What does this mean?” I asked Harmonia. “Is Zeus angered? Is he bringing me back?”

“No, but Hera has used your carelessness as an excuse,” Harmonia said.

I sank like a stone onto the edge of Hephaestus’s bed. “An excuse to do what?”