“What was... did you just... Pan, you were floating,” he stammered.
“Oh, yeah, Tinker Bell taught me to fly,” I said nonchalantly.
“Tink taught you to fly?” Drakon rubbed a hand over his face. “Okay, that's... sure, why not?”
“I'm a goddess, you know?” I teased him as I strode up and took his hand. “I have magic of my own. So, Tinker Bell was able to teach me to use it.”
“You're a goddess? Who told you that?”
“My mother,” I said as we started walking, “Aphrodite.”
Drakon couldn't speak for five full minutes.
Chapter Nine
“She can fly!” Drakon said to the others as soon as we were safely within the tree.
“What's this now?” Straton turned to scowl at us.
Damn the man; he was even beautiful when he scowled.
“We were attacked by some of Kadmos's men in the forest,” Drakon explained. “I was battling of two of them when two more snuck up behind us. Pandora beat on one with a fishing pole and then floated up to kick them both in the head.”
“Since when can you fly?” Akylas asked.
“Since when can you fight?” Praxis added.
“And what else can you do?” Erastos had a sexy, speculative gleam in his eyes.
“Tinker Bell taught me to fly,” I said. “I had to do some meditation and focus on happy thoughts.”
“Can I fly if I think of... happy things?” Erastos purred.
“No, because you're not a goddess,” Drakon dropped the other bomb.
“You're a goddess?” Praxis eyed me up and then huffed. “Should have known. I mean, just look at her.”
I smiled brightly at him. “Thank you.”
“We knew she was made by the gods,” Akylas reminded them.
“Yes, but being a goddess herself is a little different,” Drakon muttered. “We were made by a god too, but we're not magical.”
“If you're a goddess, why didn't you defend yourself when Epimetheus sent you away?” Straton was more skeptical.
“I just found out that I'm a goddess,” I said. “And I'm only the Goddess of Hope. I have magic, but so far, all I've learned to do with it is fly.”
“Hmm,” Straton murmured to himself as he paced, and the other men watched him carefully. Finally, he nodded and went upstairs to his room.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I'm not sure.” Drakon's hand slipped into mine as his gaze drifted to the ceiling.
“And what is this?” Erastos looked at our clasped hands with interest.
“I'm not denying the way I feel for Pandora anymore,” Drakon declared. “And I don't think any of you should either.”
“Straton is going to lose his mind,” Akylas noted, but he also looked intrigued.
