"Call whenever you want to," Marcie replied, and she clung to the phone until the call cut off.
Kaden, such a good heart. In so far over his head that he couldn't see sky anymore. Carefully, Marcie set her phone down on the table, and then, with a scream of frustration and fear, she picked up the almost empty glass of water and hurled it at the wall to shatter into a thousand pieces.
She could relate.
This was bullshit. This was fucked up beyond belief. She was mad as hell but she just had to take it, just wait until something happened.
Well, no. Maybe there was something she could do. She did still have three goddess patrons. Perhaps they would listen. She looked at Much then, wondering what he saw when he looked at her now. She remembered after that disastrous ball after she'd thrown herself at Much, crawling into the car with Tragos, and giving him eclairs, and he asked what shoe pastry was- Her eyes welled up and she leaned against him, grief claiming her once more.