"Please pipe down," Caius mumbled, "I'm going as fast as I can."
As he worked hard to shove insistent thoughts of Athenodora aside again, Caius wasn't even sure why he was going through the trouble to help. Yes, Athenodora had ordered him to come to her aid, but he didn't feel like he was doing anything he didn't want to, and that was the mystery.
He hadn't even needed to be ordered because the moment Athenodora had told him she was hurt and in need of help, he was ready to offer. Why? He wasn't sure.
Caius liked to think it wasn't because of what had happened between them in Anton Orlock's Manor after she slaughtered Hundreds of Vampires, including Anton and his consorts. When they lay down on the floor, and she worked her way down to his groin…
The truth was, Caius had never actually hated Athenodora. Not even when he read the original story did he think she was the villain the narrative painted her as… Or at least, she was a villain he grew fond of.
