Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107826 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
She?
Time ceases to have meaning. Water appears at some point, and Eurydice coaxes me to drink a little, but my stomach is still swirly in a really worrisome manner. Damn it, I shouldn’t have drunk so much. I never do this. I have fun, but never recklessly. Even before I came to Olympus, I knew better, but these days the stakes are so much higher.
My blinks are getting longer and longer when the room seems to darken. I blearily look up, only to realize it hasn’t. There’s a woman standing over our table in a gorgeous red dress that screams sex. It coats her lean body lovingly, kissing the curves of her breasts and hips. As she shifts, it presses to the mound of her pussy in a way that makes my mouth water. From this angle, with her height, I can almost see beneath the short hem, and that’s probably wrong, but I can’t quite remember why.
Then my gaze reaches her face and my stomach drops. This isn’t some stranger. No, the woman I was just ogling is Aphrodite.
Theseus’s wife.
5
APHRODITE
“Did you drug her?” I peer down at a nearly passed out Pandora. When I pulled Eurydice aside at the reception—wanting a little revenge after the stunt my husband pulled with Adonis—I told her to get Pandora to the club. I didn’t expect this.
“No, I didn’t drug her.” Eurydice rolls her eyes. She’s nursing a glass of white wine and surveying the people in the club behind me. It’s late enough that there are plenty of people in various stages of fucking, putting on quite the show. She meets my gaze. “She drank too much because she’s worried about Hephaestus.”
I refuse to feel even a twinge of guilt. Best I can tell, Pandora exists outside Minos’s cozy little family unit and is only there because of her connection with Hephaestus. It doesn’t matter. She’s here, which means she’s the enemy. All’s fair in love and war. “We’re all worried about Hephaestus.”
“Not like that and you know it.” She brushes Pandora’s dark hair off her face. “I like her.”
“Eurydice.” I sigh. “Don’t go soft on me now.”
She drops her hand and takes a sip of her wine. “No danger of that. I know what’s at stake. I’ll reach out to Ariadne tomorrow and get that moving.”
“Good.” I’m still not entirely convinced of Apollo’s report that said Minos’s daughter might be turned to our side, but at this point we can’t afford to overlook any potential foothold.
I turn to where Charon is leaned against the wall nearby. He’s always haunting some space near Eurydice. She seems to find it comforting. I feel it’s disconcerting. With someone as dangerous as Charon, I prefer to have him where I can see him. “Help me get her into the car.” I had planned to come here and get her sloppy drunk, so her managing it on her own skips a few steps.
Sometime later, I corral a nearly passed out Pandora in my apartment and help her get out of the bridesmaid dress and into my bed. Guilt threatens to rise again, but I swallow it down. She’s not an innocent, no matter how sweet she’s been since I met her. She’s part of Minos’s household, which means she’s part of the plot to bring down the city I love.
That doesn’t stop me from pulling the covers up around her shoulders. It’s cold in here and she’s already asleep. There’s no reason for her to freeze. It might make her wake before I’m ready for her to. That’s all.
I watch her sleep for a few moments. She’s got to be the only person in existence who doesn’t look more innocent like this. Not that she’s innocent when she’s awake, but there’s something about Pandora that invites the kind of delight that only exists before the world shows exactly how cruel it can be. I don’t understand it. It must be a mask, but I’ve never seen it so much as crack in the hours we spent together for the wedding planning.
That means nothing.
My mask doesn’t crack, either.
Satisfied that she’s not somehow faking sleep, I head for my bathroom. I need to take a quick shower and wash the events of the day off me. I’m mildly irritated to discover I’m sore after having sex with Hephaestus. I press my fingers to my pussy and shiver. It was fast and cruel and, damn it, I came. I shouldn’t have bothered, but in the moment I couldn’t resist.
I love pleasure too much to miss an opportunity to take it.
It’s tempting to take a long shower, but I have my task to keep in mind. It will be dawn soon enough, and there’s no time to waste. I’ll sleep later. Probably. Maybe.
It still takes another thirty minutes to dry my hair and put on enough makeup to hide the exhaustion starting to make my body feel heavy. It doesn’t matter. Sleep is something that evades me even under normal circumstances. Except with…