Chapter 137

ALEXANDROS Ophelia’s fingertips skate over my ribs, and she stares down at me, her chin resting on her hand as she holds herself up on her elbow. “I know he said he hates you, Alexandros, but it isn’t true.” “Are you reading my mind, little one?” She came in here shortly after I did to check on me. The weight of all their concern emanated from the next room, and it is both touching and mildly claustrophobic. “No. I don’t have to. I can feel your sadness and guilt eating away at you.” She presses a kiss to my chest. “And I would feel that even without our bond.” I roll onto my side and stare at her, brushing my knuckles over her cheek. Her heart is so pure, she cannot comprehend a son hating his father. “How can you be so sure of what he feels, agápi mou?” “Because he was there in the cave, Alexandros. Watching over you. He said you had many enemies and that he knew I’d come, but he was protecting you until I got there. Why would he do that if he hated you?” I cup her face in my hand. “