Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2)

Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2) by Kyleigh Castronaro Read Free Book Online

Book: Gods Save the Princess (Grace of Gods Book 2) by Kyleigh Castronaro Read Free Book Online
Authors: Kyleigh Castronaro
was as useless as I had ever felt.
    It made me anxious being so helpless, I was pacing and fidgeting with things around the apartment before I decided that going to tend to that garden would help me focus myself and clear my mind.
    I wanted to be hopeful about this new life I was being offered but I couldn’t help but think about how terrible it was to be – seemingly – the only person around right now. I wasn’t used to being this alone, I usually always had at least one other person around to talk to if I needed it. There was always Cleo in the library but I didn’t exactly want to rush back there and find her.
    Hopefully it would only be a few more days of this listless existence before more people began to arrive at Olympus.

Chapter Five
    I spent the next week balancing my time between working in my garden – turning it into my own personal Eden – and taking care of the boy. He never woke up, not a single time that I went to visit him. But I knew that he was waking up occasionally because each time I went the water had been drunk or the food had been eaten.
    At least he was fighting his battle with me; that made me happy.
    My flowers, though, didn’t seem as fortunate. Every single time I returned to his apartment, no matter how short a time I had been gone for, they would always be wilted and blackened when I got back. Like something was sucking the life energy out of them. This didn’t deter me from continuing to bring them; I insisted to myself that they were helping his recovery as much as I was.
    I never saw Atlas again after that first day; I didn’t even think he was going to see the boy when I wasn’t there. Maybe he thought if fate wanted this God to survive it would see it through. Myself, though, I didn’t want to toy with fate where someone’s life was involved.
    When I was with the boy I amused myself by talking to him as if we were having a conversation. I told him all sorts of things, using him as my own personal diary. I shared with him my thoughts on my Goddess, my sadness, my loneliness and as the time passed although we’d never spoken a word to each other I felt closer to him than I had ever to anyone else. Sadly, I doubted he heard me but it was still comforting because besides Cleo, I still hadn’t found anyone else in the mountain.
    I hoped because Atlas hadn’t been around for either of us he might’ve been out gathering more people for Olympus. But the more days went by, and there still wasn’t any sign of life besides my own, I started to wonder if maybe he was some crazy psychopath who was just kidnapping people and I was simply stupid and gullible.
    As I came out of my garden late one afternoon I nearly ran headlong into another person. I stumbled back in surprise, partially because I was shocked to see someone else walking around and also because – how had he found my garden?
    “Hello!” He said with a grin, holding out his hand politely, “Jed.” I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the excitement bubbling inside of me at the idea that here was my wish: another human being, who actually seemed perfectly normal.
    “Valentina.” I shook his hand politely.
    “This your garden?”
    “Well, I don’t think it’s really mine but I’ve been working on it for the last few weeks...”
    “It’s lovely.” His eyes surveyed the area around us appreciatively before looking back at me and grinning again.
    “I was just exploring to see what this place has to offer.”
    “Well, the way I understand it... It has just about everything.”
    “Yeah, I was thinking that too.”
    “Oh, did you not speak to Atlas when you got here?”
    “The guy that brought me here? No, I haven’t seen him since.” I frowned slightly, wondering how busy he could possibly be to not make time for anyone, before smiling again.
    “Oh, well, he told me if you concentrate hard enough on what you want or need the mountain will provide it.”
    “Excellent.” Jed said thoughtfully, running a

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