After discovering she's a descendant of Hades, Avery must find a way to escape those hunting her and ultimately choose between her two opposing soulmates.
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Once Avery Stavros...
"Geez, Zeus! Who would've thought he's a romantic?!"
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"WHAT?" I looked at Vlad, hoping he'd tell me what was going on. Maybe there was something in those Greek letters that could explain what Spyridon had just said. Yet Vlad shrugged and shook his head lightly, totally as clueless as I was.
"We have to move now!" grunted Spyridon as he took the dark brown backpack lying next to Vlad and headed outside.
Klas smiled apologetically. "I will explain on the way but for now, it is not safe to be here."
Starting to feel like a fugitive on the run, I forced myself to rise on my feet and left the tent. After making sure that we left no trace, we were on our way, following Spyridon to wherever he was taking us.
"So, what's with the staff?" I heard Vlad asking Klas and I quickly sped up so I could walk beside them.
Klas nodded when he saw me walking on his right. "Lady Stavros," he greeted, apparently still maintained his politeness even in the wilderness.
"I've told you to call me Avery."
He scrunched his brows, disapproving the idea. "But—"
I held my hand up. "No buts. If you don't call me by my first name, I will start calling you Mr. Andersson." Noticing that he didn't seem to mind, I added, "or Lord Andersson. That sounds better." I heard Vlad chuckle and slid my gaze at him, who was walking beside Klas. His eyes met mine and he winked, making my heart flutter.
Klas shook his head, obviously astonished, which didn't surprise me. He was Klas after all, and moreover, he was a Court Guard. I didn't know where they went to school but they had strictness when it came to royals and their titles. Except, maybe, Scarlet. She'd never call me 'Lady Stavros' which made me happy since I really disliked the title.
We were all humans and although the titles were part of our ancient tradition as Hellenicus, I disagreed that someone should be regarded higher than the others. I didn't mind if it was someone older, and the title served as a sign of respect but calling someone younger (like five years old) Lord was outrageous. Though there was no way I would let anyone younger than me calling me Lady Stavros.
I was happy with being a regular Avery.
"Good," I nodded. "Then starting now, you should call me Avery."
"Not Camila?" teased Vladimir.
I shook my head. "I still haven't gotten used to that name." I turned to Klas and added, "if you call me Camila, I might not respond so just call me Avery." I grinned. "Although if you call me Lady Stavros again, I will pretend not to hear and purposely ignoring you."
Klas sighed, looking defeat. "Avery it is then."
"Awesome! Now, what's with the staff?" I could hardly suppress my curiosity.
