The Goddess Inheritance Page 6

  “We must all trust each other now,” said Walter. “Those who are here and those who are not.” He focused on Ava’s empty seashell throne for a moment before turning his gaze to me. “We all have made mistakes. We all have a burden to bear. But unless we are united, we will fall, and we must find forgiveness and understanding within ourselves. Pure evil does not exist. Even Cronus has his reasons for doing what he does, and the better we understand each other, the better chance we have at finding a solution before our foundation crumbles.”

  I averted my eyes. Once upon a time, when I’d first faced the council, I’d forgiven Calliope for killing me. I’d been able to see past her crimes and examine the reasons underneath, and in a way, I’d been able to understand her. But if Walter was really asking me to do the same with Ava...

  It wasn’t my life she’d threatened. It was Milo’s, and some things were unforgivable. But despite my anger, I wanted to forgive her—I wanted to sympathize with her. I wanted her to be on our side again. And I could understand why she’d done it, even if I didn’t want to admit it to myself. Calliope was blackmailing her, using Nicholas’s life to ensure Ava’s cooperation. The day she and I had left the Underworld, the signs had been obvious, and if I’d taken a moment to think about it, I would have known something was up. Ava’s strength was in how she loved others. I’d known Calliope had taken Nicholas and she’d spoken to Ava alone, and I should’ve realized that Ava would do whatever it took to protect him. I should have done something to help her before she’d had to betray me.

  That was over with now, though. She’d made her mistakes, and I’d made mine. I would do whatever I could to fix them, and I could only hope she would do the same, as well.

  “We will all do our best,” said my mother, and she squeezed my hand again, her gaze focused on me. I gave her a slight nod. I would try.

  “Then it is settled,” said Walter, and somewhere deep inside the palace, thunder rumbled. “Kate and James will attempt to ally the council with Rhea.”

  “And we will prepare for war,” said Dylan with a gleam in his eye.

  “No,” said Walter. “We have prepared enough. Now we fight.”

  * * *

  I spent the next three days by Henry’s side as I regained my strength. He was in an undecorated room a few doors down from mine, and while my mother tended to both of us, I lay curled up beside him. I’d nearly lost him—still might if I couldn’t convince Cronus to undo the damage he’d done—and I wasn’t leaving him again until I absolutely had to.

  The wind howled endlessly, and somewhere in the distance, the seas crashed against the rest of the world. Despite the sunny blue skies above me and the sunset below, thunder raged at all hours of the day and night, and even if I’d wanted to, I wouldn’t have been able to sleep.

  I split my time evenly between my present and my visions with Milo. Henry didn’t break his promise; each time I arrived, he was there, sometimes holding Milo, sometimes keeping watch at his cradle as he slept. We stood side by side for hours and simply watched him, and Milo gazed at us in return. Somehow, someway, he knew I was there, I was sure of it now. I envied Henry his ability to hold him, but at least he would have a chance to know our son. If the worst happened, Milo would have these moments with him.

  “You’re going to come back to me, aren’t you?” I said on the evening my mother had finally decided I’d healed enough to travel. James and I would set out to find Rhea in the morning, and in all likelihood, this would be the last night I’d have with Henry and Milo for a while.

  “What do you mean?” said Henry. “I am here now.”

  “I mean here for real,” I said. “Are you going to wake up? I know Cronus hurt you, but—you’re here, and maybe if you tried really hard...”

  Henry kissed my forehead, his palm pressed against the nape of my neck. “I will always be here for you, my dear. Nothing will change that.”

  I took a deep breath, refusing to cry in front of Milo. Even if he was sleeping and would never find out, I would know. “Please wake up,” I whispered. “We need you. Not—not like this. We need you. We can’t defeat Cronus without you.”

  “You cannot defeat Cronus with me. Not without Calliope,” he pointed out.

  “We’re trying. He killed an entire city full of people. Athens is gone, and he’s going to kill again and again until he gets what he wants.”

  “And what do you think that is?” said Henry, and I faltered. I couldn’t tell him about the deal I’d made with Cronus. It was too complicated, and if he slipped away, I wouldn’t be able to live with the guilt of knowing that was one of the last things I’d said to him.

  “I don’t know,” I lied. “The council thinks he wants to kill them for keeping him imprisoned in Tartarus.”

  “Perhaps.” He ran his fingers through my hair, his touch so gentle that it felt like a warm summer breeze. “All I want is you.”

  I shivered. Milo’s lips parted in his sleep, and he made an adorable suckling motion. “All I want is to be a family. A real, live family, together and safe from all of this.”

  “We will be,” he promised. “I will make sure of it.”

  I leaned against him and wrapped my arm around his waist, his silk shirt tickling the inside of my wrist. How long would it be before we got to spend time together like this again? “James and I are leaving to find Rhea tomorrow morning.”

  Henry’s fingers stilled in my hair, and for a moment he said nothing. “What is so important that you have to put yourself in such a dangerous position?”

  “The same reason as before,” I said. “If we can convince her to fight on our side, we might have a chance at winning.”

  “But Cronus is ravaging the world. If you leave Olympus, you will not be safe.”

  “I don’t care anymore,” I said with as much conviction as I could muster. “Besides, he’s mostly trapped on the island with Calliope. He’s powerful enough to cause natural disasters that kill millions, but Africa isn’t close enough to Greece to be a problem.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  I hesitated. “No.”

  He turned from Milo to hug me tightly, almost possessively, and he buried his nose in my hair. “Please do not go. Rhea will not fight for anyone, much less against her own husband. It is not worth the risk.”

  “I have to try. You know I do.”

  “Even though it might kill you?”

  “I’m not planning on letting that happen, but—yes. Even though it might kill me.”

  His expression clouded over. “Very well,” he murmured. “All I ask is that you remember what happened the last time you left the safety of the council.”

  I scowled. “I get it. Something bad might happen if I leave Olympus. Cronus might catch me, Calliope might kill me or the sky might fall and land on top of me. But I can’t stand by and watch millions of people die because of me, all right?”

  “Humanity is nothing compared to you,” he said, touching my cheek, and I stepped back.

  “Even if that were true—and you know it isn’t—Milo deserves a happy life, and that means making sure there’s still a world for him to live in. I have to do this, Henry. I’m sorry. I love you and Milo more than anything, and if I had any choice in the matter—”

  “You do,” said Henry. “You have as much choice as you are willing to give yourself.”

  I huffed. “Fine. I’ve made my choice. I’m going to fight.”

  “You should not be fighting in the first place,” he said. “You are too delicate, too—”

  “Too what? Too young? Too inexperienced? I don’t need to be ancient to be worth something, and I’m doing this whether you like it or not.” I glared at him, but he averted his eyes. Several seconds ticked by, and at last I said in a softer voice, “I get why you don’t want to fight, Henry. I do. But that was before all of this happened. That was before Milo was born. If you won’t fight for me, then will you at least fight for him?”

  Henry was quiet for a long
moment, and not even the rise and fall of Milo’s chest comforted me. This was impossible. Half-dead or not, Henry was as stubborn as ever. After caring for the baby all this time, he knew Milo even better than I did, and that was the part I didn’t understand. How could anyone look at that face and not want to rip the world apart to get him back? How could Henry not need to protect his own son and give him the future he deserved?

  “We will discuss it once you have made contact with Rhea,” he finally said. “I will not promise anything, but if there is a way I can help, I will. As it stands, I am rather stuck.”

  That was as much of a concession as I was going to get. I stood on my tiptoes to try to kiss him, but like he had every other time during our visits with Milo, he turned his head so I only captured the corner of his mouth. “Thank you,” I said, refusing to let his distance faze me. Maybe he was Sleeping Beauty, and a kiss would wake him up and take him away from his son. If only it were that easy.

  “You are welcome.” He reached into the crib and picked up the baby. “We will be here waiting when you return.”

  “You’d better be.” I held my hand above Milo’s forehead, as close as I could get without going through him. “I love you both so damn much. You know that, right?”

  Milo waved his arms, as if reaching for me, and Henry kissed his hand. “We do,” he said. “And we cannot wait to be with you again.”

  I poked him in the ribs. “You can count on it.”

  “Kate?”

  I opened my eyes. James leaned toward me, his nose inches from mine.

  “There you are,” he said with a hint of relief. “You were smiling.”

  I straightened and adjusted the sling wrapped around my burning arm. It was easier to ignore the pain as it became the norm, but when I focused on it, it made me wince. “I didn’t realize that was a crime.”

  “It’s not.” James offered me his hand, and I took it. “I just thought you weren’t coming back. I’ve been calling your name for ages.”

  My cheeks grew warm. I didn’t know how I acted during these visions—no one had bothered to explain it to me, and I was too embarrassed to ask. Could James hear everything? “Then why didn’t you break in like you did last time?” I muttered.

  “What, you mean when I was trying to drag you back from total oblivion?” he said. “I am sorry about that, you know. It’s rude. But if I hadn’t, you’d still be in there, convinced Henry was dead. So all in all, I figure it was worth it.”

  I scowled at him, but he was right. “How did you do that anyway?”

  He tapped his nose. “My secret. Maybe if you’re good, I’ll explain it later. Are we leaving? I packed a bag for both of us. Actually, your mother packed yours. I figured Henry might smite me if I went through your underwear.”

  “I thought Walter was the one who did the smiting,” I said with a faint smile.

  James’s eyebrows shot up. “Did you or did you not see the black cloud of doom when Henry broke onto Cronus’s island?”

  My smile vanished. “Of course.”

  “And you still think he doesn’t have it in him?”

  I frowned. James didn’t have to rub my nose in the fact that I didn’t know what my own husband was capable of. Or what I was capable of, for that matter.

  “Come on,” said James, gentler this time, and he took my good arm. “Let’s go say goodbye.”

  My mother wasn’t the only one waiting for us. Walter stood at her side, and his smooth expression didn’t betray whatever it was he was thinking. My stomach twisted. I’d avoided him since the council meeting, unable to forget how he’d addressed me—as his daughter.

  It seemed impossible. It had to be. If I was the daughter of Zeus, I’d know it. But the more I thought about it, the less I could deny it. James and Ava had mentioned that only his children joined the council; and if I was a member, then the answer was obvious.

  But regardless of the evidence, part of me wanted to stay in denial. I’d lived my whole life thinking my father had left my mother early on, that he may have not even known I’d existed. It was easier than facing the possibility that he’d known and just didn’t care. And if Walter was my father, then there was no question that he’d not only known I’d existed, but he’d been acutely aware of everything my mother and I had gone through, as well. And he’d never cared enough to help.

  As I walked toward him and my mother, resentment made my blood boil. He said nothing as my mother embraced me, and I buried my nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. It didn’t matter who Walter was to me. I had my mother, and she was the only parent I’d ever need.

  “Where are the others?” I said. Not that I expected them to care that I was leaving, but I figured they’d at least want to give James a decent send-off.

  “Attempting to corral Cronus fully back onto the island,” said my mother grimly. “We will be joining them once you leave.”

  Fear swept through me. I had never thought of her as a soldier—she’d fought hard against the cancer that had eventually taken her mortal life, of course. But this wasn’t cancer. This was war, and the thought of my mother fighting alongside the likes of Dylan and Irene and Walter made my head spin. She was the gentlest person I knew.

  No one could afford to sit this one out, though. If I knew how to fight like they did, I’d be on the front lines, too, using every bit of power I had inside me to get my son back. As it stood, the only way I had to help was this. And that was why no one, not even Henry, would ever talk me out of it.

  “Kate,” said Walter, and my mother let me go. “You understand that Rhea is equally as strong as Cronus, do you not?”

  I eyed him. We looked nothing like each other, but when the gods could and did change forms, that didn’t mean much. “Yeah, I know. Isn’t that the whole point?”

  “Yes,” said Walter, giving my mother a look I didn’t understand. “That also means if you press her to do something she is not willing to do, or if you upset her in any way, she has the potential to be equally as devastating to our cause.”

  “So you want me to suck up to her?” I said. “We’re in the middle of a war.”

  “Yes, I am aware,” said Walter dryly. “I am merely asking that you show her the respect she deserves. She is our mother. Your grandmother twice over—”

  “Excuse me?” I blurted. My mother squeezed my elbow, but I shook her off. It was one thing for me to at least have the choice to pretend to be blissfully unaware of his role in my life, but for him to force this on me now...something inside me snapped. “If you’re finally going to admit that you’re my father—”

  “Now is not the time, Kate,” said my mother.

  “It’s never the right time,” I said sharply. “It’s a simple yes or no, Walter. Are you my father?”

  He raised his chin and looked down at me. “Yes. I never thought there was a question.”

  As if it was no big deal. As if the years I’d spent taking care of my mother on my own didn’t matter. I’d cried myself to sleep countless nights, terrified I’d wake up and be alone in the world, and all this time, not only had my father known about me, but he had known exactly where we were and what we were going through.

  “Then I guess it’s a good thing I never thought I needed a father,” I said. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a Titan to find.”

  “Kate,” said my mother, reaching for me, but I yanked my arm away. Her lips parted in surprise, and guilt gripped my heart, more painful than anything Cronus could possibly do to me. But I stood my ground.

  “We need to go.” I slid my hand into the crook of James’s elbow and took a step back, ignoring the way my throat tightened. I wasn’t going to cry. Not over Walter, and especially not in front of him.

  For the first time in our friendship, James kept his mouth shut. Instead he nodded in Walter and my mother’s direction. My parents’ direction, I realized. For the first time in my life, I had parents.

  That should’ve made me giddy with excitement, or at least it should h
ave given me a glimmer of happiness during one of the worst times of my life. Instead it made me nauseous.

  “Goodbye, sweetheart,” my mother whispered. Before I could say goodbye in return, golden light flashed from all directions, and bright spots of color burst in front of me as the sunset floors vanished.

  James and I appeared on a grassy hill, and I blinked. Sheep’s Meadow in Central Park, the exact spot I’d met with my mother every night I’d spent in Eden. We were surrounded by people, but none of them so much as glanced up at our appearance. Could they see us? Or had James done something to make them think we’d been there the whole time?

  “Why are we in New York?” I said. “Is Rhea here now?”

  “Rhea? What would she be doing here?” said James, and he guided me down the hill. “She’s still in Africa.”

  “Then why aren’t we in Africa?” I said, and James smirked. Clearly he was enjoying my ignorance.

  “We’re here because this was where Olympus happened to be.”

  I hesitated. “I thought Mount Olympus was in Greece.”

  “Mount Olympus is, but Olympus, the council’s home, isn’t in a fixed spot. Well, no, it is,” he amended, gesturing to the sunset that stained the New York sky. “It’s caught eternally between day and dusk.”

  Right. Hence the interior decorating. “So why can’t we just...appear there?”

  “Because I miss traveling, and it happens to be what I’m good at.” James took my elbow, his hand warm even through my sweater. “We’re handling things the old-fashioned way and catching the first flight to Zimbabwe. It’ll give us some time to map out our game plan, and I figured stretching your legs would do you some good. Besides, only the six siblings can disappear and reappear in another place. And you now, too, I suppose, once you learn how,” he added. “I bet Walter would teach you once we get back.”

  The mention of Walter turned my stomach. “Why can I do it, too?”

  James raised an eyebrow. “You’re complaining?”

  “Of course not.” I bit my lip. “It can’t be because both of my—my parents—” I could barely force the word out “—are part of the original six. Then Nicholas and Dylan could, too. So why?”