Hera threw her husband an exasperated glance. “Stop teasing the child. Do you not see she’s scared enough?”
Zeus grinned. “I was merely having fun.”
I wondered if he truly meant that. Five seconds ago, and I could’ve sworn he had considered having me beheaded.
Hera motioned for the Muse’s apprentice. “Look for Apollo and tell him I request his presence.”
“Immediately,” Zeus added.
“Yes,theo, thea.” The young girl curtsied before hurrying away.
While waiting for the God of Truth to make his appearance, Zeus and Hera spoke to Dike in hushed tones, and in a language far too ancient for me to even guess its origin. A moment later, I saw Zeus’ dark head lift, and a grin slashed over his lips.
“The heroine of Mt. Olympus is here, Apollo, and all she asks as a reward is a photo with you. Charming, is she not?”
“Very much so.” The voice from behind was deep, quiet, and strangely familiar, and I jerked in surprise. Surely...it couldn’t be who I thought it was?
“As you requested, my dear,” Hera said. “Apollo has come.”
A shadow fell over me.
I slowly lifted my gaze, and a pair of hazel eyes met mine.
Paul.
“Hello, Blair.”
The End
