in the mood for meat, and the salad she ordered would sit lighter in her stomach. He beckoned for more wine and Cat took the opportunity to check as to where her brother, Hermes was standing. She noted he sat at the bar, his gaze not wavering from them. She looked away, not wanting the reminder that by tomorrow she’d have removed this Titan from the world forever.
Her stomach turned and she took a large fortifying sip of her drink.
“Everything all right, Cat?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t it be ?” she asked, waving his concern away. Her body buzzed at the prospect of the forthcoming battle. Soon, he would know who and what she was and never had she felt such unease over a decree from Zeus. The human saying of make love not war, haunted her thoughts. Why did Lelantos have to be so nice? Why couldn’t the bastard Titan be as cruel and vindictive as the gods of Olympus? It would certainly make her life a lot easier.
Their meals came and she picked at the rabbit food that was placed before her. Her stomach knotted with nerves before she took a calming breath. This was ridiculous. Lelantos was her enemy. H e had killed her kind. He had even fought against her during the War of the Gods. Everyone must pay for their sins sooner or later. Unfortunately, soon Lelantos would pay for his.
“Let ’s get out of here,” she said.
He looked up from his meal and something in her chest hurt. He seemed so innocent. Hopeful even. And she was going to kill him.
“If you like.”
She nodded and stood, waited for him to join her after paying the bill, then headed toward the door. Cat glanced over her shoulder and caught Hermes drinking the last of his brandy and standing to follow them. The cool night air sent goosebumps over her skin and she willed herself to be strong. She could do this. He was only a Titan. Nothing special.
He turned her about just as they stepped across the threshold of the restaurant. Her heart stilled in her chest as he leaned in, taking her breath in a searing kiss. He tasted of beer and controlled desire. His lips demanding, yet soft beckoned her to open up to him. To let him in. Cat kissed him back, the force of her desire overriding her destiny as this man’s killer. Heat pooled at her core and the slight drizzle in the chill New York air did little to cool her down. His tongue fought with hers and she moaned, standing on tiptoe to deepen the kiss. From afar she heard the catcalls of passersby’s, whistles and laughter over their heated embrace and she chuckled.
She had forgotten what it was like to live. To laugh even. Lelantos suckled her bottom lip and pulled back.
“If you turn me down tonight , I think I’ll die.”
Cat turned and hailed a cab, summoning it with her will. Tonight Lelantos was safe, not that being in her bed was ever an overly harmless option for anyone lucky enough to get there. “Not tonight, Lenny. Come with me,” she said, opening the cab’s door. Lelantos smiled, and the breath in her lungs caught. He looked so carefree and young. Just a man out on a date, enjoying himself.
Cat shuffled in beside him and just as they drove away; she saw Hermes come out onto the pavement. She flicked her wrist and watched as her brother flew back and hit the building with a resounding thud. She turned to Lelantos, content in the knowledge her brother wouldn’t follow to create a public scene. “I meant what I said before. You should probably stay away from me. I’m trouble.”
“I was born for trouble.”
Lelantos kissed her and she welcomed the slow glide of seduction he was bestowing on her. Cat chuckled as he flicked the strap of her dress off her shoulder and started to kiss her there.
“I ’ll bet you were,” she said.
CHAPTER
Six
Cat pushed Lelantos away and ordered the driver to take them to the Astoria. Lelantos raised a brow and she knew what he was thinking. That she didn’t trust him enough to take him to her home. “I’m not a local,