Persephone Alcmedi 00 - Wicked Circle

coddling her. He wasn’t thinking about the future, a few years from now, when he’d want to be on his own. If he made her dependent on him now, it would get ugly then.
    Or maybe he was doting on her because Eris was so focused on me these days. He’d had her to himself all his life, and tending her was a way to maintain her attention.
    At least I had one reason to not feel guilty about leaving.
    Nana must have caught the accusation in his tone; she didn’t press me about the “bad stuff.” Eris, however, wasn’t aware of all the nuances where Menessos and I were concerned. “So what’s going on that you have to leave?” she asked.
    Lance perked up. “You’re leaving?”
    I nodded. “Zhan and I have to go to Cleveland as soon as possible.”
    “What’s happened?” Eris asked.
    “An already existing problem seems to have escalated.” The irony that those words could mean the situation in Cleveland and mean the situation here wasn’t lost on me.
    Eris wrenched away from the washing Lance was providing to stand and curl her fingers around mine. “Don’t be so vague. Tell me.”
    “I can’t.”
    Sorrow dimmed her. “So you’re just going to leave me like this? You said you’d stay and help.”
    Behind her, Lance stood, too. I could feel the anger he was trying to hide. Damn it. “This is important or I wouldn’t be going. Eris . . . you’ll be fine.”
    Lance openly glared at me.
    “You’re in good hands. Lance is here. Nana’s here. I have to do this.”
    “I understand.” She sank into her seat. “Your life doesn’t shut down because of my wounds.”
    Oooo. My eyes narrowed with resentment at her brilliant guilt-trip statement. It didn’t matter. Nothing she could say would make me revise my plans.
    Lance gathered up the washcloths and made for the kitchen. He motioned for me to follow.
    I was certain that this was going to be bad.
    “How are you going to get to Cleveland?” Nana called as I followed Lance out.
    I was grateful for the delay. “Dunno. Zhan and I could get a rental car, I guess.”
    The moment of silence that followed wore thin as Nana dug into the food and my excuse to stay out of the kitchen dissipated.
    A polite five feet away from Lance, I spoke so as not to be heard over the music in the other room. “What did you want?”
    Plucking the Corvette keys from the counter where Zhan had obviously set them, he threw them at me. “Leave now.”
    The keys hit me in the chest. I winced but caught them before they fell. “What did I do?”
    “Do you see her?” he whispered hotly. “All that she’s already suffered for you isn’t enough. Because of you, her stitches were ripped. Because of you, she went into the damn river! Fully under the surface! She came in here shivering cold. What if she gets pneumonia? Her wound was open in the river water. What if it gets infected?”
    “Lance—”
    “Save it. The doctor gave her specific orders, and because of you, all that’s blown to hell. Just leave before you do her any more damage.”
    He left the kitchen, plastering on a fake grin as he shunned me. “Hey, Mom, I told Seph she could take the ’Vette. It’ll save them some time. You don’t mind, do you?”
    With arms crossed, I trailed him into the dining/living room area. Eris, chewing on a piece of pizza, said, “Not at all.”
    I was glad that Lance continued on to his room. I hugged Nana good-bye. “You’re going right this second?” she asked. “Don’t you even want to wash up and eat?”
    “I’d love to, but this is critical, Nana.” I raised an eyebrow and hoped she’d understand I didn’t want to say too much. Of course we could easily have stayed longer, but between Lance’s anger and my mother’s inquisitiveness, it was best to leave immediately. Zhan and I could grab some dinner once we were on the road. Then I embraced Eris.
    When I stood up, Lance was back. “I’ll carry your bags, sis, and get my hug by the car.”
    Sis? He was laying it on thick. He swiped the bags from Zhan’s arms and exited first.
    “Persephone,” Nana called.
    Please have understood I don’t want to talk about Menessos in front of Eris. “Yeah?”
    She opened her mouth, then shut it. “I don’t need to wish you luck. You always work things out.”
    Zhan was just outside the door. “How about I drive, Seph?”
    I gave her the keys. I’d left it unlocked, so Lance had already shoved the bags into the mini-trunk and was leaning on the car, arms crossed,