“Limited,” Cassius pointed out. “And…” He stopped talking and then shared a look with Mason, who seemed to be in his own trance. “I think we should leave Kyra and Timber alone for a bit.”
Alex kicked the chair. “Can’t I just stay in the other room?”
Mason glared. “The last thing you need is to be around people who are going to be having all the…” He gulped. “Er, pinecones.”
“What fresh hell kind of time is this?” Horus grumbled under his breath.
Timber was still silent, staring at me, his chest heaving.
His blond hair was as short as it was before, but his eyes had changed to pure gold as he watched me, his skin seemed to have this pulsing awareness beneath the surface. I couldn’t tell if he was taller; he’d already been tall. He was still Timber, though he looked… content, whereas before he had seemed like he was constantly searching, grumbling, fighting.
“Time—” Cassius ushered everyone out. “—is a very fickle thing when you can exist outside of it.” He shared a look with Timber. “We’ve just altered it. Be watchful.”
The rest of the group followed him out of the house—Timber’s house, and still I stared at him, waiting for him to say something.
Finally, I sat down on the couch next to him and shrugged. “Do I call you Anubis or Timber?”
“Call me Prince of Darkness.” He said it with such a straight face that my jaw dropped. Had he had a personality transplant too? Was he going to be arrogant?
“I, uh…” I tucked my hair behind my ear at about the same time he burst out laughing. I glared and then threw a pillow at him.
Of course he caught it with one hand and placed it on the floor beside him. Then he whispered. “I remember a garden… and a beautiful woman saying she would save me, that this time she would save me.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “What happened after we left?”
He shook his head. “I remember fragments, my father raging, and that’s it, I’m sure it will come back to me, imagine a computer downloading thousands of years’ worth of memories that have been suppressed.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “That makes sense.” I stood and wrapped my arms around myself. “So you don’t remember much of… us?”
He stood, towering over me as he reached for my arm and jerked me against his massive chest. “The memories that are the most clear—all have to do with a certain Princess of Apollo. You, and only you, have the power to bring me to my knees.”
His kiss was soft.
I clung to his shirt and moaned into his mouth at about the same time he lifted me into the air and started walking. I broke the kiss. “Where are we going?”
“Making up for lost time,” he said gruffly walking into his master bedroom and slamming the door behind him.
TIMBER
I remembered everything—mainly, I remembered her. Choosing Kyra despite my brother’s protests, claiming her as my own before my father could get the chance, and being punished for our love.
We were given sixty days before my soul would be lost to hers, before the curse of the gods took over and completely obliterated me from the inside out.
I kissed her soundly again. The only problem with my memories was that I wished she was sharing them, but she had no idea. She had been reborn—she wasn’t a god; she didn’t know, and I did.
My love was all consuming.
My obsession bordering on dangerous.
And yet this human still looked at me like a science project, a pretty one she wasn’t sure how to experiment with.
I’d never in my life had to woo a woman.
And now that I finally had her, the one that I’d searched for, the one who had saved me and risked her life to do it—I would need to woo her again so she understood.
We were made for one another.
There was no coming back from this.