Jennifer Armentrout - Sentinel

Aether:

EE-ther

Agapi mou:

ah-GAH-pee moo

Akasha:

ah-KAH-sha

Apollyon:

ah-POL-ee-on

:

ah-POL-ee-tee EX-shoo-shee-ya

:

EYE-tee-toe

Daimon:

DEE-mun

Deimos:

DEE-mohs

:

TZEE-nah-mee

Hematoi:

HEM-a-toy

Ixion:

ICKS-zee-ahn

Phobos:

FOE-bohs

:

THA-roesh

FEELING CAME BACK IN MY FEET FIRST, AND THEN MY legs. A pins-and-needles tingling rushed over my skin, causing my fingers to spasm. The sweetness of the nectar still coated the inside of my throat. My body ached as if Id just completed a triathlon and come in dead last.

Or like Id had my ass kicked and gotten patched up by a god.

Either/or

Movement beside me brought the whole side of my body closer to a hard warmth, and I thought I heard my name called, but it sounded like it was on the other side of the world from me.

I was moving at the speed of a three-legged turtle, so it took a while to blink my eyes open, and even then it was just a thin crack. When my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I recognized the buttercup-colored walls and all the titanium trim of the dorm rooms at the University in South Dakota, the same room Aiden and I had done a whole lot of not sleeping in right before Dominic had brought us news of Deity Island survivors. Thingsthings were different then; it already felt like years ago.

A terrible heaviness settled like a stone in my chest, pressing all the way down to my spine. Dominic was now dead. So were the Dean of the University and his Guards. It had been a trick played out by Ares, whod been masquerading as Instructor Romvi. Our enemy had been among us the entire time. My dislike of that man had been epic before Id discovered who he really was, but now? Every fiber of my Apollyon being loathed him. But my hatred of Romvi/Ares/Asshat wasnt important. So many people were dead, and Ares knew where I was. What was stopping him from coming back for round two? And what was stopping him from killing more people?

I heard my name once more, and now it seemed louder and closer. Turning to the sound, I willed my eyes to open. When had my eyes closed again? I was like a newborn kitten or something. Daimons across the nation shuddered in fear. Gods, I was lame.

Alex.

My heart skipped a whole beat, and then sped up in recognition. Ah, I knew that voice. My heart and my soul knew that voice.

Alex, open your eyes. Come on, baby, open those eyes.

I really wanted to, because for him Id do anything. Fight a horde of half-blood daimons? There. Tangle with ticked-off furies? Sign me up. Break a dozen or so rules for one forbidden kiss? Done. Open my eyes? Apparently that was asking too much.

A warm, strong hand curved along my cheek; the touch was so different than my mothers, but equally powerful and heartbreakingly tender. My breath caught in my throat.

His thumb traced the curve of my jaw in such a lovingly familiar way that I wanted to weep. I should weep, actually, because I couldnt fathom what hed gone through when Ares and I had been locked in that room. Come to think of it, I shouldve cried when I saw my mom. Id felt the tears, but they hadnt fallen.

Its okay, he said in a voice gruff with exhaustion and emotion. Apollo said it could take some time. Ill wait for however long it takes. Ill wait forever, if I have to.

Those words pulled my heart all over the place, twisting it into mushy knots. I didnt want to make him wait for another second, let alone forever. I wantedno, neededto see him. To tell him that I was okay, because I was okay, wasnt I? All right, maybe I didnt fall into the okay category, but I wanted to relieve the harsh edge of stress in his voice. I wanted to make him better because I couldnt make my mom better, and I knew I couldnt make myself better.

There was a part of me that felt vastly empty.

Dead.

That was it. I felt dead inside.

Frustration coursed like acid in my blood. My fingers fisted in the soft sheets as I dragged in a deep breath. He stilled beside me, like he held his breath and waited, then let out a ragged exhale.

My heart plummeted.

Gods, all I needed to do was open my eyes, not walk a tight rope.

That frustration quickly flipped to angera soul-deep kind of rage that tasted of hot bitterness. My heart rate picked up, and thats when I realized it was therethe cord. It had been absent in Olympus, but it was back. I hadnt felt it at first because Id only been acknowledging the ache in my muscles and bones, but the cord connecting me and the First buzzed like a million yellow jackets, steadily increasing until I swore I could see it in my mind, an amber-colored cord tangling with a blue one.

Seth?

His reply didnt come in the form of thoughts or feelings, but a rush of energy so pure it was like being zapped by lightning. Strength poured into me, a torrential downpour of vitality encasing every nerve ending. Every distinct sound in the room was magnified. My own breathing, more steady now, and the deep and slow inhales of the man beside me. Doors opened and shut in the hallway outside the room, and there were voices, muted but distinct. My skin came alive. Glyphs bled through, swirling across my body in response.

I didnt understand it, but I knew Seth was lending me his power, like he had in the Catskills when Id fought the furies for the first time. Hed claimed no knowledge of what had happened, chalking it up to adrenaline, but Seth hadhe had lied about a lot of things.

But now he was helping me. It didnt make sense, since I was much easier to deal with in this state, but I wasnt going to look a gift horse too closely in the mouth right at the moment.

My eyes flew open.

And I saw him.

Aiden was on his side, facing me. His hand still cupped my cheek, his thumb smoothing along my skin, and I could feel the marks of the Apollyon gliding toward his touch. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was awake. Thick, sooty ashes fanned the tips of his broad cheekbones. His dark brown hair was a mess. Waves tumbled over his forehead, brushing the graceful arches of his brows.

An ugly, purplish bruise marred his left eye, and I wondered if he could even open it. There was another violent mark, an astonishing mixture of reds, shadowing the strong line of his jaw. His lips were parted, neck and shoulders tensed.

Without warning, I was thrown back to the very first time Id seen him.

The Covenant in North Carolina no longer stood, but it felt like I was there again, standing in the training room used for novices. Id been practicing with Cal and Caleb. Id done something incredibly moronic, which was nothing new, and the three of us had been laughing. Id turned and had seen Aiden by the doors. At that time, I didnt think he really saw us. He was a pure-blood, and they didnt show any interest in halfs, so I had assumed he was just dazing. Even then, Id been captivated by him. To me, hed honestly been the most alluring male Id even seena face that could be both hard and beautiful. And those eyes, flashing between heather gray and quicksilver, had been permanently etched into my memories from that moment on. That curiosity had been inflamed when hed shown up in Atlanta, saving me from some really annoying and talkative daimons three years later.

Our love had never been easy.