She sat up suddenly but sprawled back to where she had been when she heard him stir. She couldn’t push the thought from her head. He was thinking of her? Why would he be? Was it because she was his captive? Was it something more?
She rolled her eyes as she huffed. She was being silly. Men never affected her. She was one of the Vestal Virgins. She took her vows seriously. Just because Athena strayed from her promises and married some mutt, that didn’t mean she should throw that aside.
She chided herself. She shouldn’t have called Mack a mutt. She liked the werewolf-turned-demigod-barely and was happy for him and the goddess of wisdom and war. Was it something she would do?
Would she give her heart to a man?
She tried once. It was the one time she was unforgivably pissed at Apollo. He got jealous. He led her astray. His deception caused her to kill the man she loved.
And now he floated above her in the stars.
Would he be jealous of Michael?
She shook her head. She was putting the cart before the horse. Maybe she should deal with a bigger question.
How was she going to get out of here without her power? And better yet, where was she?
She pressed her lips into a tight, thin line as she concentrated on the space around her. The walls were solid rock. It reminded her of Ares’ cave in the Middle East. She held her breath as she focused her hearing. Michael snored softly. She could hear the rumble of motors and voices. There was one thing she missed that could be sensed at her half brother’s home.
There were no mortars. She may be in a desert. She wasn’t in a war zone.
Her captors rode motorcycles and spoke fluent English. By their dress, they belonged to a gang. She didn’t doubt that there were organized gangs in other parts of the world. However, all these facts pointed to one specific part of the planet.
She was in the southwest corner of the United States.
The good news? Most of her family was based in this country.
The bad news? It still didn’t answer how she was going to escape.
Love the interweaving of the Greek classics and myths with the modern-day gods. Excellent scene
ReplyDeleteI admire the way you show her thinking things through to try and figure where she is and how to get out. Also, I am very curious about who is floating above her.
ReplyDeleteOh I got a laugh out of this line - She shouldn’t have called Mack a mutt.
ReplyDeleteNice snippet!