Reservations For One
“I want my wife back, Moxie. I want her back. She left me when she thought I’d died. In thousands of years, the things I’ve done, she always stayed. The one thing I never did was die.”
I really don’t want to do this anymore, so let’s make this quick, shall we? I’m the Goddess of Marriage and the Queen of the Heavens. I am vengeful and unjust and quick to anger. I am also compassionate and hopeful and just a woman who wants to be seen for who she really is and not who she’s been made to be. And I am NOT their fucking babysitter.
“I want my wife back, Moxie. I want her back. She left me when she thought I’d died. In thousands of years, the things I’ve done, she always stayed. The one thing I never did was die.”
“Be careful with that powder,” Than murmured as he continued to study the substance. “Something about this…” He stopped talking as the sandy dust lifted from his fingers and spiraled upwards towards the watch.
I ran my fingertips over the golden edge of the sundial, hesitating. I hadn’t seen my siblings in so long that even though I was terrified at what had just happened to me, I couldn’t bring myself to visit them.
For those few brief moments, as we walked and talked, everything seemed right with the world.
Apparently my team had been losing…badly. So I did what any self-respecting Goddess would do in this situation. I cheated.
“No one calls me a bitch.” I pointed my finger at her and whispered, “Boom,” and her body instantly fried with a lightning bolt.
I rested my forehead against him and whispered, “I will fix you, my Light, but I will also make sure whoever did this is punished.”
I expected a lot of things from my grandson, most of them were negative, but I wasn’t prepared for what he said. Eros met my eyes and said, “No.”
Forgiveness doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten. I will never trust you or look upon you with the favor I show your brother, Dinlas.
He followed the line of the chains to the center of the platform and saw that they were attached to the wrists and ankles of a woman.
Oh, my heart, you weren’t supposed to save me. You were supposed to save yourself.
I mean, you’re cute, I suppose but I thought the God of War was supposed to be big and brawny and I don’t know, scary.
Blood streaked across her pale arms, dripping into the hungry mouths of a tightly packed hill of snakes
Ares beating up each and every one of Hephaestus’ tormentors. Protecting his brother the only way he knows how.
Rehor and Vadik. How I wish I had been stronger that day. I would tear you to shreds for this.