Grace struggled to breathe. "I see," she said, even though inside she was dying. "You'll just use my body, then leave." Her throat constricted. "At least I won't need Selena to drive me home afterward."
Julian flinched as if she'd slapped him. "What do you want from me, Grace? Why would you want me to stay here?"
She didn't know the answer to that. All she knew was that she didn't want him to leave. She wanted him to stay.
But not if he didn't want to.
"You know what," she said, growing angry at the thought of his leaving her. "I don't want you to stay here. In fact, why don't you go home with Selena for a few days?" She looked at Selena. "Would you mind?"
Selena's mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping for air.
Julian reached for her. "Grace-"
"Don't touch me," she said, wringing her arm away from him. "It makes my skin crawl."
"Grace!" Selena snapped. "I can't believe you-"
"It's all right," Julian said, his voice empty and cold. "At least she didn't spit in my face with her dying breath."
She'd hurt him. Grace could see it in his eyes, but then he had hurt her, too. Terribly.
"I'll see you later," she said to Selena, then left Julian standing there.
Selena let out a long, slow breath as she looked up at Julian while he watched Grace walk away from them. His entire body was rigidly still, and she saw the fierce tic in his jaw.
"They shoot, they score. A direct hit straight through the heart and into the raw serves."
Julian pinned her with a hostile glare. "Tell me, Oracle. What should I have said?"
Selena shuffled her cards. "I don't know," she said wistfully. "I guess you can never go wrong with honesty."
Julian rubbed his eyes as he sat down in the chair before Selena's table. He hadn't meant to hurt Grace.
And he would never forget the look on her face as she spat those words at him. "Don't touch me. It makes my skin crawl."
He struggled to breathe through the agony in his chest. The Fates were still mocking him.
It must be a boring day for them up on Olympus.
"You want me to do a reading for you?" Selena asked, dragging his thoughts away from the past.
"Sure," he said. "Why not?" She couldn't tell him anything he didn't already know.
"What's your question?"
"Will I ever…" Julian paused before he asked her the same question he'd once asked the Oracle at Delphi.
"Will I ever break the curse?" he asked quietly.
Selena shuffled her cards, then laid three of them out. Her eyes widened.
He didn't need her to read them. He could see for himself, a card with a tower being struck by lightning, a card of three swords piercing a heart, and a demon holding the chains of two people.
"It's all right," he said to Selena. "I never really thought it would come to pass."
"That's not what they say," she whispered. "But you have one hell of a battle to come."
He laughed bitterly. "Battles I can handle." It was the ache in his heart that was going to kill him.
Grace wiped the tears from her face as she pulled into the driveway. She clenched her teeth as she got out and slammed the door shut.
To hell with Julian. He could just stay trapped in that book for eternity. She wasn't some piece of meat to serve his needs.
How could he-
She fumbled with the key to her door.
"How could he not?" she whispered as she found the right key and opened the door.
Her anger drained out of her. She was being unreasonable, and she knew it. It wasn't Julian's fault Paul had been a selfish pig. And it wasn't his fault that she had a fear of being used.
She was blaming Julian for something he had no part in, and yet…
She just wanted someone who loved her. Someone who wanted to stay with her.
She'd hoped that by helping Julian, he would stay around and…
Closing the door, she shook her head. No matter how much she wanted it to be different, it wasn't meant to be. She'd heard what Ben had said about Julian's life. The story Julian, himself, had told the children about his battle.
She remembered the way he had darted across the street and saved that child's life.
Julian had been born and bred to lead armies. He didn't belong in her world.
He belonged in his own.
It was selfish of her to try and keep him like some pet she'd rescued.
Grace trudged up the stairs, her heart heavy. She would just have to guard herself from him. That was all she could do. Because deep inside she knew the more she learned about him, the more she cared for him. And if Julian had no intention of staying, then she would end up getting hurt.
She was halfway up the stairs when someone knocked on her front door. For an instant, her spirits lifted as she thought it might be Julian-Until she got to the front door and saw the outline of a small man on her porch.