Page 166 of The Devil We Crave
“Oh!” I flinch, my face going crimson as I stumble back. “I’m so sorry!”
She smiles benignly. “Please don’t be, dear.”
There’s a beat. Her brows arch, lips curling slowly.
“Lovely guest bathroom, isn’t it?”
My throat bobs as I swallow. “Yes?—”
“I believe it has magical properties.”
My brows furrow and I smile. “Oh?”
She nods, her eyes twinkling. “Well, the last young lady who walked out of this bathroom with the same smile you’re wearing right now ended up being the love of Ares’ life.”
My soul leaves my body as she winks at me.
“Mirrors can be so muchfun, can’t they?”
Dear God, please take me now.
Dimitra chuckles quietly and reaches up to pat my cheek. “Believe it or not, I was young once too. Now come, try some of my baklava. It’s always a little bit sweeter after somefun.” She winks at me.
Hey there, floor, it’s me, Yelena. I’ll be melting into you in approximately three…two…one…
32
ACHILLES
“You know,I do have to ask.”
My father’s voice briefly pulls my gaze from staring at Yelena through the double French doors of the library as she strolls through the gardens of the estate with my mom.
She always looks like she’s exploring. Trying to uncover an undiscovered secret, or puzzling out a riddle that’s never been solved.
She’s inquisitive, always.
I love that about her.
That, and so many other things.
“Achilles.”
I’ve gone back to staring at Yelena. This time, I actually manage to tear my eyes away and turn to Dad.
“Hmm?”
He grins, chuckling quietly. “Oh, you’ve got it bad.”
My brows knit. “What?”
He sighs. “You’re far too smart to play dumb, pal.” He nods his chin past me, through the French doors. “You playing it cool all through dinner would have worked better if that wasn’t the first girl you’ve ever spoken to me about, never mind brought to have dinner at Ya-ya's and meet the family.”
I smirk. “So I was playing it cool?”
He rolls his eyes. “Barely. And again, I do have to ask.”
My brows arch. “About?”
