Saphire by S. E. Gutierrez (read e book .TXT) 📕

my freaking high heaven, have you NOT heard a SINGLE word I've said?" I snap.

He looks at me wide-eyed. "Your parent didn't tell you?"

"No, my parents

, plural, never told me anything. Just that I was adopted and that my parents died in a fire."

He went white. "No friggin WAY!"

"What?" I ask.

"Your last name isn't Gray, its Graylark. It's a special bird Zeus created. You, you have NO idea how special, and dangerous, you are. You have a mix of godly blood. Meaning you have more than one godly parent. They Script says that 'She will appear when the time is right, danger and tension stretched too tight. Daughter of moon, daughter of sun, only to rest when the war is won. Lesson to learn, life to live, safe only when the gift you give. Save the gods, save the Mount. Only then will the Children account.' You're the one that will make or break the demigod populace.

I start to feel lightheaded.

"Saph-" I don't hear the rest as I feel my head hit sand.

Chapter 8

When I wake up, the world is bobbing up and down. I groan.

"Oh thank the gods you're okay. You fainted. We can't go back home for a while, but I do have a hideaway, so I think we'll be okay."

That's why my vision was moving, I was in his arms and he was running.

"I think I can walk." I mumble.

"I hate to say this, but I personally don't think you can. No offense."

"Is my dress okay?"

"Are you really worried about your dress?" he asks, awestruck.

"Yes," I say defensively. "I am. I love this dress. Hunter picked it out."

"Well, he did a good job, and it's fine, hardly any sand got on it. Your hair, however, now that's a different story."

I move an arm to my hair. The curls have long since flattened and some of my pins had fallen out. Zane laughs.

"What?" I squeak.

"It's just so weird that your worried about your hair. It's kind of refreshing actually. Most girls I actually know, well, let's just say they don't realize that black beat up armor isn't really all that fashion forward."

Ugh, my head hurts too much to process this.

"We're here." Zane murmmurs in my ear as he sets me on my feet.

"I think it's just you and me, my previous guest cleared out yesterday."

I nod.

When we walk in, I gasp.

Chapter 9

The house is decked out, even though it only has two rooms. Everywhere are paintings of Greek gods and goddesses. The house is painted to look like marble and the curtains are draped in a sheer fabric, with deep red swoops at the top. The place was gorgeous.

"You like it?" Zane stands next to me.

All I can do is nod.

"C'mon, I'll show you the guest room, you can call your parents and tell them you'll be back Sunday afternoon."

"Wait, it's Friday. Are we spending all weekend here?" I ask, freaking out a little.

"Yup." he replies, popping the 'p'. "We are, otherwise, there's a pretty decent chance that Minotaur and friends will find us and essentially, kill us or we'll kill it."

"Kill?" I squeak.

His face softens as he steps over and wraps me up in his arms, giving me a hug. "I know this is hard on you, but I'll get us through this, I swear I will. I'll protect you, I won't let them get you. Monster or Titans."

"Titans?" I already have the'uh-oh' feeling before I faint. Yes, I do tend to faint, a lot, when things get. . . weird.

"You know, cast down to the pits of Tartarus." he says, with me still in his arms.

A shiver races along my spine. I remember Greek mythology well enough. I went through what my adoptive mom calls a 'phase', where I pretty much obsess over one topic or another. Of course, my obsession with mythology lasted longer than the usually month or two. . .

I feel Zane stiffen. "Get down." he whispers. "One of them is close by. We need to hide, fast."

What seems like a millisecond later, I find my self squished against his chest in a coat closet, fluffy fabric pushing us even closer. Zane pulls that shiny thing out of his pocket. I hear him murmur something in what sounds like Greek. The object elongates, becoming a silver and crystal sword.

A loud bang.


"Stayhere

Chapter 10

I spent the next hour or so tending to all of Zane's scrapes and bruises. The boy really knew how to get himself hurt.

After I finished with his face, I moved on to his arms.

"Shirt off." I commanded when it was time to check out the wounds on his chest and back.

He glared at me, not budging.

"Off." I said with more force.

"Okay, just, don't faint." he sighed.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

His back looked lacerated, not to mention his torso. He was absolutely covered in cuts and gouges.

"Zane. . ." I whisper as I dab at his back.

He gasps. I immediately stop what I'm doing. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? What can I do?" I let out in a stream.

"It's fine. Just stings a little is all." he replied.

I pressed my cloth back onto his cuts, trying to clean away as much of the blood as I could.

As soon as I was done, he slid his shirt back on. "C'mon, let's go see your room."

He took my hand, leading me down the hall.

"Okay," he said. "Close your eyes."

I heard him open the door. He lead me forward and I felt myself step on plush carpet.

"Open." he whispered in my ear.

I opened my eyes.

the room was absolutely gorgeous. It was painted a pale blue with silver and pearl accents. It reminded me of the ocean. I looked out the window to find the best view of the sea ever.

"It opens out onto a private porch." Zane said, opening the french doors.

I was absolutely speechless.

"I take it from the look on your face that you like it." Zane said, resting his hands on the cute little railings surrounding the porch.

"Like it? I love it!" I squeal, coming up behind him and giving him a big hug.

He turned around and hugged me back. "Glad you like it Fire."

Believe it or not, but I actually blushed. This was so not how I expected to be spending my Friday night. I should be laying on my bed and on the phone with Hunter.

Crap. I forgot to call my mom.

"Crap," I say. "I forgot to call my mom. And Hunter's probably worried out of his mind. Do you have a phone, mine kinda got lost at the dance."

"Of course. Just tell your mom your at a friends. As for Hunter, well, he should know exactly what happened at the dance, so you can just tell him your with me." he replied.

"Wait, what about Hunter?" I say putting up a hand.

"Hunter's a son of Athena, we went through archery training together." he replied, taking my hand and placing it at my side.

Hunter was really in for it.

Chapter 11

"Hello?" I hear Hunter's voice.

"Hunter, it's Saphire." I say, monotone.

"Let me guess, Zane told you?" he sighed. "I'm sorry Fire, I didn't know how to. . . tell you. Or if you'd even believe me. Please, understand."

"Ugh, fine, but when I get back, you're going to get a good talking to mister." i joke.

He laughed. "Be safe Fire."

"You to. Bye."

"Bye." he hung up.

My mom answered on the second ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mom, I'm staying at a frineds till sunday, is that okay?" I ask, hoping she'd be cool about it. She usually is.

"Of course not! Especially after that maniac came to your school with a gun. Sweetie where are you, I'll come pick you up."

"Mo-o-o-om please? It's just till Sunday?" I plead.

I heard her sigh. "Saphire, okay, just call, a lot. Bye sweetie, have fun." she agreed. Heaven only knew how much I loved that woman.

Zane gave me a quizzical look after I hung up. "Well, we are all good. I just