And Then There Were Four novel Chapter 356

Cassie.

The last thing I wanted to do was see Odin, my supposed grandfather, when I had more important things to worry about, like what was wrong with Lucas. However, here I stood before him, watching as he took me in from head to toe, running his hand over his beard as if he had something on his mind. "You called for me?"

Nodding, a smile crossed his wrinkled face. "I did… I know our last meeting didn't go as I had planned and I wanted to clear things up."

Stunned this was why he called me, I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find the words needed to make sense of why I was here. Of course, I wanted to talk to him, or at least I thought I did, but right now wasn't the time to do it.

"I'm not sure what you want to talk about…" It was true, I didn't know what he wanted to talk about considering there wasn't really much to say, but by the look on his face, he wasn't pleased with my remark.

His brows narrowed at my words as he sat a little straighter. I had no doubt he wasn't expecting me to respond the way I did, but it was irrelevant. Pollux and Trixie were waiting for me and being here wasn't going to help the mass of mysteries we were trying to figure out.

"Castor," the sound of Odin saying my first name was a distraction. No one called me Castor but my mother, and that was usually when I was in trouble.

"Odin…" I replied, holding my chin high. "I'd say that we can do this all day long, but I honestly have something else to tend to." I refused to backdoor or show any weakness. If he had something to say, he could get on with it.

Chuckling, he shook his head with a smile that made my brows furrow in confusion. "You have such a strong will to survive, Castor. So much confidence and yet it is perfectly balanced by the soft, sweet side of you that you hide away."

"Showing weakness gets you killed," I replied quickly. That was a lesson my father taught me long ago, and something I made sure I didn't do.

"There's more to life than simply hiding behind what you fear. We really do need to have this conversation, but I can see by the way you are moving from foot to foot you would rather be elsewhere than actually having a conversation with me. Am I correct?"

"You would be correct," I quickly said with an eyebrow raised in his direction. Gesturing with his hand, he showed me towards the door, not saying another word. I wasn't sure if this was a good thing or if I possibly made a huge mistake in disregarding whatever conversation he wanted to have with me.