“You were saying?” I state.
“Natia,” Frank shouts from behind the bar. He jumps over the counter just as I snap my gaze to him; my twin blades spinning through the air. I grab both, the hilts fitting my palms like old friends.
Aaden hands Nathan his laptop, and it, along with the various tomes, disappear from sight. A three-eyed black dog narrows its gaze on me, saliva dribbling from its snarling mouth. I smirk at it as more nasties push into the cramped space surrounding us. A tall, lithe brunette woman, wearing a skirt made from leather flaps and a crisscross white top which holds her ample breasts in place, saunters in, surveying the room with an upturned nose and an air of superiority.
“Mene,” Nathan growls, causing my eyebrows to hit my hairline. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him raise his voice.
“Uncle,” she drawls, casting her gaze up and down Nathan. Uncle?
“You are on the wrong side of this war,” he states, inching closer to me. “Back out now and I’ll allow you to live. Continue and you will die.”
She rolls her eyes before they land on Archan. She licks her pink plump lips. I step in front of him with a growl. What is it with these goddess bitches and my man? “Back the fuck up, bitch.”
She flicks her eyes at me with a smirk. “Pandora, the new baby goddess, soon to be human once more I believe,” she flicks her gaze to my wrist. A muscled Nordic looking man struts in next to her. His outfit matches hers like they stepped out of a gladiator movie, his light blond hair shimmering in the candlelight as he scans our group.
He pauses on Emi. “Sister, this is the company you keep? What a surprise. Justice follows the primordials. You always favored the company of the mighty above your family.” Wow, this is like a fucked up family reunion. Emi is a Titan, which means this guy is too.
“I’m going to need a diagram,” I mumble.
“On it,” Aaden says. I side eye him with a smirk. Of course he is. He will have color coded it with good and evil stickers too.
Emi tuts under her breath and narrows her eyes on the guy. “I favor the company of the sane gods, not hellbent on starting a war. I may be Justice, but I do not seek violence. You are weak in your convictions; I am not surprised you have fallen in with the idiots that drive an apocalypse that will never come to pass.”
“The apocalypse will end the plague on this planet, and it will once again belong to the gods. Humans will fear and worship us if they want to live, and if they don’t, we will eliminate them. With The Duchess in pow-”
“Shut up,” Mene snaps. “Have you learned nothing?”
I huff out a laugh. “No, please continue to map out your nefarious plans. Wait a second, I’ll grab a notepad—don’t want to miss anything.”
His ice-blue eyes narrow on me. “Pandora,” he grits out.
I cock my head and spin the swords in my hands. “Clever boy to recognize the instrument of your demise.”
He grins, all bright white teeth. “You can no more kill me than I can murder you…yet.”
“Was there an announcement in Gods Weekly? Right underFucked Up Family Reunions?”
“What’s wrong, Pandora? You got the big bad god to fall for you, just like you do everyone. You are a one trick donkey… seduce, seduce, seduce.”
Mene sighs as the hoard tightens around us. “It’s pony you goon.”
I glare at him. “Did you just call me an ass?”
“First my brother, then Adam, now Archan. You are the original whore, Pandora.”
I roll my eyes and frown. Insults against women haven’t changed in eons. “Your brother?”
“Pandora, meet Prometheus,” Archan drawls. Ah, the trigger of Zeus’s anger which results in my creation.
“Just how did you ensnare the eternal bachelor?” Mene asks, a small frown forming between her brows.
I shrug one shoulder. “I turned his arrogant ass down.”
Mene’s eyes widen as Archan chuckles. “It’s true.”
Mene sighs. “It will be a shame to rob you of the first woman to turn your head in centuries.”
Archan stiffens next to me. “You continue to threaten my mate and expect no consequences. I gave you the chance to leave, now you have sealed your fate.”
