Twists of Fate- Chapter 7

She caught herself, horrified at what she'd almost done. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed to draw back. Rory knew he wasn't like his mother. That's what made it hard to stay away, but she just couldn't forget. It would be so easy to sink in, and let herself go. To finally feel something for someone after so long. But it couldn't happen. There was a war to be won, and revenge to be had. She'd waited too long not to have both.

Logan could feel her retreat but knew if he kissed her now, there would be no resistance. He saw the proof in her own mind and could see it even now, mirrored in her eyes. He would wait. She would come to him. It's the only way he'd have it; the only way that would work. It'd have to be soon, the frustration was sure to drive him mad. He forced himself to release her, taking a step back to steady himself.

"You can't run from this," he said softly.

"I'm not running. Also I think it best if you keep your distance. I won't pretend and act like you didn't see how I see you in my mind. Attraction happens all the time. It's normal between-"

Her non-chalance snapped the last thread of his control. His hand snaked out to grasp her neck and pulled her against him.

"Don't feed me some bullcrap line, Rory. What's going on here isn't normal."

His gaze was scorching hot as his look seered into her soul.

"But we'll play it your way. For now," he finished, then pushed her away.

"What's next?" he asked.

"What?" she replied, still reeling from the power she felt just pouring out of him.

"Since we're not going to satisfy this thing we got goin' between us with a roll in the grass so to speak, do you have any other plans?"

He smiled, flashing a cheeky grin meant to lighten the mood. It had the desired effect, as she rolled her eyes.

"Whatever. Yes, in fact I do have plans. I'm going to see Ares to see if I can sway him to our side. I'll let you know when we will meet up again for your training," she replied in a dismissive tone.

"No," he said flatly and continued.

"I'm going with you. You're not waltzing into the God of War's house alone. Plus you dragged me into this mess. If you don't take me, I will refuse to help you. Gabriel won't be too happy about that, will he?"

She seethed as he stood arrogantly knowing she wouldn't leave him behind. She turned and marched towards him, reached out and grabbed his wrist. Rory gave a devilish grin.

"Alright, but you asked for it. You are not to say a single word or I'll make you regret it, Lysandros."

She transported them without warning. In a flash they were on the front lawn of a secluded estate. From the surroundings, he'd guess somewhere along the Northwest coast. He took a step forward, almost falling over, swamped with dizziness.

"Thanks for the heads-up," he said, shooting her an accusatory glare.

She said nothing, but he swore he saw a sly smile on her face as she headed past him towards the door. His jaw dropped as he witnessed her transform right before his eyes. Her hair turned blonde, and unraveled into loose, soft golden waves, encasing delicate shoulders. Her clothes transformed next, into a cocktail dress the color of ripened peaches. The silky material of the dress clung to every dip and subtle curve of her body.

He followed her, mesmerized. She knocked on the door, something sparkling at her wrist, to match the baubles at her lobes. He was still staring at her when the door opened.

"Artie!"

He watched as she flung herself into the embrace of the man at the door.

"Aurora, my love. What a pleasure. And you brought me a mortal for dinner. I prefer women, but I'd make an exception here. He looks delicious," said the man he could only assume was Ares..

Panicked, Logan shot a look at Rory, who'd yet to introduce him, or better yet, acknowledge him. She laughed then; a true laugh, not like the derisive snorts she'd always saved for him. He could feel the jealousy rise up like molten lava as he watched the couple embrace. Logan watched as she gave the man a brief soft kiss. Then it clicked. The hair, the dress, he'd just blackmailed her into bringing him in exchange for a front row seat to her seduction.

Gods help him not do anything stupid.

He heard her giggle and sigh, and watched her run her fingers down the man's arm as she stood on her tip-toes to whisper something in his ear. He took her hand and led her into the house. The door was left open behind him, so he followed.

He knew then it wasn't likely. He wanted to rip the guy's throat out for laying a hand on his woman.

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