The way Marcie looked at Kaden made him start chewing the edge of his thumb, and as she closed the bathroom door behind her he sat up to lean toward Tragos. “What if we told her?” he asked, voice quiet (and slightly muffled by thumb). “She’d get it, right?”
Tragos’ face was pinched, and he watched the bathroom as he spoke. “Maybe,” he said, uncertainly. “But bottom line is: we still can’t wait.”
“But do you mean it, though? About finding a way for her to join us?” Kaden felt like he was on the verge of throwing up, and shoved a handful of salty chips into his mouth as a kind of distraction.
“I do, K,” Tragos said, standing up, he crossed the room and ruffled Kaden’s hair. “I’m not fucking abandoning her.”
If Apollo had threatened her directly, that would be another story. If she didn't have the protection of being Ares' daughter, Aphrodite's favourite, a protection Tragos was just hoping (hope was so stupid, Tragos hated being backed into a corner where all he had was hope) would cover her a bit longer. If they had a bit more time and were leaving in the summer like they'd started to plan, and not tomorrow.