“Tell me everything,” he said. His voice cracked like glass under pressure.
So I told him. Every goddamn thing. The betrayal. The bruises. The nights I choked on my own silence. How I found out I had cancer too late. That I kept it to myself, because Zeus had already looked at me like I was broken even before he knew. That I didn’t want to give him another reason to throw me away.
“You are not dying,” my father said after a long pause. “Not while I breathe, Savannah. Not while I still have power in my name.”
His voice changed after that—back to steel, to power, to blood and fire.
He called in a name I didn’t expect to hear: my brother.
My half-brother. A world-class neurosurgeon.
He flew in that same day. Took one look at me and said I was barely holding on. That there was still a small chance. A narrow window.
But surgery while pregnant? Risky. Dangerous.
I didn’t even hesitate. “Do it.”
He nodded. I waited till the door closed before I turned to my father again.
“I want to disappear.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Disappear?”