[This post is from Matt’s point of view.]
“Alliances.” She spat the word, her eyes narrowed. She drew up next to Matt, her hand finding his and squeezing hard. He squeezed back, schooling his face into a blank mask.
This doesn’t end well. No way this ends well.
Dammit.
“I don’t believe I stuttered, Hecate. Now have a seat and we’ll talk like civilized adults.”
Her jaw tightened. “You barge into my house uninvited and now you’re giving me orders? I hardly think this is civilized.”
“Would you have let me in otherwise?”
“No,” she admitted. She made no moves toward the table, still standing with Matt near the door. Her grip on his hand just got tighter, as if he was the only thing keeping her anchored.
He might have been, for all he knew.
“There you have it, then,” Leviathan said.
He smiled and Matt’s spine wanted to crawl right out of his body through the top of his head.
This guy isn’t what he wanted us to believe he was—I should have trusted my gut when he showed up at the gates with his army.
Shit. Where is his army?
They were near the coast—overlooking the water.
Matt’s stomach dropped.
Slowly, he moved toward the table. Hecate gave him a shocked look, but didn’t stop him from tugging her along with him.
I’ll have to explain later. She deserves that much.
Dammit, dammit, dammit.
“Well look at that,” Leviathan murmured, watching them as they drew close. “This is unexpected.”
Matt cleared his throat and spoke quietly as he sank into a chair. “Do what the lady says and cut your shit. You came to talk alliances. Tell us what you want.”
One corner of Leviathan’s mouth curved upward into a faint smile. “What I want is what was denied to me centuries ago. I want the world and I think that you—both of you, in fact—can help me finally claim it.”
He doesn’t want much, does he?
BTW: ” her hand finding hers and squeezing hard” I think that the second one should be “his.”
Fixed!
And no. No, not at all. Just little things. Like the world.