KAIA'S POV
Slowly, he shook his head, his expression guarded, worn, and painfully tired. “I’m also the son of a monster, Kaia. You're forgetting that part.”
"Maybe," I nodded. "But I'm glad you said it yourself, Leander. The son of a monster, not a monster. I don't know who your father was, Leander. Or of he was even as bad as they make him sound. But I do know one thing, Leander, and that is that you're not him."
He was quite for a moment and then he shook his head again. “Kaia… maybe now isn’t really the time—”
“I know,” I cut in gently. “But maybe there won’t be another time, Leander. You heard what Athena said. If you don't handle this the right way, we're all doomed.”
He looked at me then, really looked, and something flickered behind his eyes, a crack in the wall he’d built arou
