Cass smiled, reaching up and caressing Percy's cheek. 'I'll try my best to stay safe,' he said softly. 'And yes, you're right. I need to speak to Marietta.' He had a head ache now, a large one, and in all of this the primary feeling was one of wanting to strangle Marietta. For not telling him six years ago. For not telling him a year ago when they met again. For dumping the child as if he wasn't worth her time.
How had he ever seen anything remotely attractive in this woman?
His thoughts of Marietta did not stop him from groaning when Percy went on. 'How, Percy? It's impossible. I lost my virginity when I was fourteen years old, and I can't even remember some of the women I had sex with back them. Even if I can probably remember most of them, I don't even know if they're alive or dead. Hell some of them aren't even English - or witches even. Where would I even begin to look?'