Chapter 57

“Fucking wonderful,” Keith grumbled, rubbing his forehead. He was done with this whole shenanigans. All he wanted was a good three-month rest in his cave, but he couldn’t have that if he didn’t cure Cassandra.

And with a few days left till the end of the deal, he had to find a cure fast.

“Why are you so interested in finding a cure for him? He’s just a flimsy mortal,” Melete said, arching a brow at him. Keith gave an incredulous look.

“Doesn’t mean he deserves to die.”

“All mortals die.”

“And I’d rather that none of it is of my doing.”

Melete huffed at his reply, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “You make it sound like you really do care about mortals. This is about that crazy woman, isn’t it?”

Welp, he had been exposed, Keith thought mockingly. It wasn’t like he didn’t give a fig about Walt. He did. He really did. But among the gods, that sounded foolish and dumb as hell. Why should a primordial care about a mortal whose existence was as short a