disappointed. This was more of the same, and she'd steeled herself against the mental anguish countless times already. One more time should hardly make a difference.
'You're a fool if you thought a change of scenery would loosen my tongue.'
Though he remained silent, a muscle ticked in his jaw. He was clearly perturbed.
She offered him a sugar-sweet smile, determined to enjoy the moment. And there was something satisfying about leaving him in the dark, keeping him guessing the way he'd kept her guessing about his whereabouts for thousands of worry-filled years.
Reminded of her worry, that soul-deep, ever-present worry, she couldn't stop her smile, fake as it was, from vanishing. She even had to press her tongue to the roof of her mouth to stop herself from chomping on it in fury.
'I'll come back for you,' he'd told her one night. ' I'll set you free, I swear it.'
'No. Don't go. Don't leave me here.' Gods, she'd been so whiny back then. But she'd been a prisoner, and he'd been her only bright light.
'I love you too much to be without you for long, sweetheart. You know that. But I have to do this. For both of us.'
Of course, she hadn't seen or heard from him after that. Not until the Titans escaped Tartarus, a prison for immortals, and wrested control of the heavens from the Greeks. Not until she'd come here to Earth and searched...only to find him carousing for tail at some skanky nightclub.
The fury expanded, dotted her line of vision with red. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Slowly the dots dissipated.
'We're done here,' she said, though she remained still, gauging his reaction. 'You're not getting what you want, and you're certainly not keeping me here.'
'Feel free to run from me.' He crossed his arms over his massive chest, pulling the fabric of his shirt tight across his pecs. 'You won't regret it.'
Again, she knew what he meant. Run, and he would ensure she suffered. But she said, 'Soon as I stretch, I'll take you up on that offer and run. Thanks for the suggestion, by the way. I never would have thought of it on my own.'
He growled with frustration and anger, all hint of casualness gone. 'I was cruel to bring you here. You don't owe me a favor in return, so you had better not stay put.'
'We're in agreement. You're cruel, and I don't owe you anything, so I won't feel obligated to remain.'
Another growl. She tried not to laugh. Damnation, he was still fun to tease.
Fun? Her grin faded a second time. She should hate that he could only speak in lies, not enjoy it. That deceitful tongue of his had once shattered her already fragile heart.
'That's so not enough from you,' he sniped.
'Wow. Already begging for more.' Once, she'd thought him special. But he'd proven himself exactly like the others. Her mother, her king, her supposed friends. They should have cared about her, but they had betrayed her, each and every one of them.
They'd been criminals, sure, but even criminals could love. Right? Right. So why couldn't they love me?
She'd spent her entire life locked inside Tartarus because her mother, Rhea, wife to Cronus, had had an affair with a mortal just before the queen's imprisonment and had eventually given birth to Scarlet inside her cell. A cell she'd shared with several other gods and goddesses.
Scarlet had been raised among them, and at first, they'd liked her. As she'd aged, however, jealousy had sprouted in some. Lust in others.
Captivity, hatred and bitterness had soon become her only trusted companions.
Until Gideon.
He'd once been an elite guard to Zeus and every time he'd brought in a new prisoner, their gazes had met. She'd waited for those moments, desperate for them. He'd enjoyed them, too, because he'd begun to visit Tartarus regularly. Not to lock up another criminal but simply to see her, to talk to her.
Don't think about your time with him. You'll soften toward him. And you can't soften, you idiot.
After gaining her freedom, she should have stayed in Olympus, which was now renamed Titania, thanks to Cronus, and found a nice god to settle down with. But nooo. She'd had to see Gideon one last time. Then, having seen him, she'd had to remain near him. Then, having decided to remain, she'd just had to convince herself to warn the Lords away from her, since she'd heard that they were tracking every immortal paired with a demon from Pandora's box, with the intention of recruiting them...or killing them.
Bastard, she thought about Gideon again. Excellent. That's more like it. He's a filthy liar, a cold-blooded killer, and you hate him. He still planned to kill her after he got his answers; she knew he did. Because she would never aid him, and that made her a liability.
'This silence is awesome,' he remarked.
'Glad you like it,' she replied. Annoyance bloomed over his expression, and she had to fight another grin. ''Cause I'm willing to give you a lot more of it.' Another growl.
'Oh, and for your peace of mind, you should know that I'm not going to run.' Yet. She wanted to talk, too, though not to satisfy his curiosity.
For too long, she'd wondered if he'd found someone new. Someone permanent. And it was past time she knew. Of course, if he had, Scarlet would have to kill the bitch. Not because she still cared about Gideon—she didn't, she reminded herself—but because he didn't deserve such happiness.
That wasn't vengeful of her. As his scorned ex, that was simply her right.
'No thanks for staying put,' he said with a relieved sigh.
Thanks, he was saying. 'You're not welcome.' Fuck you, she was saying.
Eyes narrowing, and making him look as if he wanted to stomp his foot in vexation like a child, he traced his tongue over his teeth. Score one for Scarlet. 'How is it possible that we didn't marry, yet my friends know everything about it?'
How had they married without anyone knowing? Easy. 'We married in secret, dumbass.'
This time, he didn't react to her taunt. 'Was I not ashamed of you?'
Oh, she could slap him for that. Of course he thought he'd been ashamed of her rather than the other way around. She'd been the prisoner, after all, and he the free man. Not that he remembered even that slight detail, but clearly he still thought very highly of himself.
Bastard was too kind a word for him.
'You weren't ashamed of me, but you would have been killed if you'd been caught associating with me,' she gritted out.
He nodded, as if he now understood she was a Titan who had been locked in Tartarus by the Greeks, rather than an actual criminal. As if he now understood that those Greeks, the very ones who had created him, would have punished him in the worst possible way for 'dating' one of their reviled enemies.
'So. If we haven't been married all this time, what name have you not been using?'
Uh, what? He'd already forgotten her damned name when she'd told him the first time he'd visited her in the dungeon? Only a few weeks had passed since then. 'My name is Scarlet.' You ass! 'But I already told you that.' Ass, ass, ass. Her hands fisted the cotton beneath her.
He waved in dismissal. 'Didn't know that already. What I don't want to know now is your last name.'
That failed to calm her. Her grip tightened, and her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. Clearly, this was part of his excavation for information, not intimate curiosity, and he considered her dumb enough to fall for it.
He wasn't sure if she was a god or one of their servants. As a god, she wouldn't have a last name. As a servant, she would, for last names lowered status, as if you couldn't be distinguished by your first name alone. Like a human. Gideon was doing the process of elimination thing. Not that it would do him any good, for she was neither god nor servant. Nor human, for that matter. She was something in between them all.
'My last name changes pretty much every time I watch a movie and find new man candy,' she said in a sugar-sweet tone that matched her earlier grin.
Now he popped his jaw, lip ring glistening in the lavender light. Irritated by that, was he? Didn't like the thought of his supposed wife eating up other men with her eyes, huh?
'Man candy? Like something you'd buy from a bakery?' His tone was sneering, intent on shaming her.
'Hell, no.' And he clearly didn't think so, either, because he hadn't passed out from his words. He was
