Page 119 of Of Ambrosia and Stone


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Snorting, I turn my attention back to the two goddesses.

The two goddesses square up. Neither hitting each other. But the threat of it’s still there. My brain attempts to wrap my mind around the disaster that two dueling gods would have. A battlefield like no other.

All I know is, I’m with Apollo on this one. that I’m not putting myself between them. I value my life too much to dare get in the middle of this.

Animatedly, Artemis responds matching her half sibling’s energy, “If he’d behave, then I wouldn’t be required to call him such an accurate name.”

The two argued back and forth as I turned back to Apollo. Gold eyes me with his deep discerning eyes, “No worries. They do this all the time. I have only lost the occasional chair or table from their arguments.”

His words are only slightly comforting to me as I try to focus on his injury. “Would you warn me if a chair comes flying at the back of my head?”

“I do you one better,” he chuckles. “If one goes flying, I won’t let a single piece touch you.”

The way he stared at me; I knew he was serious. “How noble of you,” I reply.

I gave him a slight but encouraging smile as I examined his chest. The marble is cold. Unmoving. Not even as his chest rises and falls to breath. Instead, it’s fixed in place. “No wonder this is affecting your walking. Your abs are used when you walk.”

My vision trails down past his abs. Resting at his lap, which is tenting.

Muscled thighs press against my legs. A mischievous look creeps onto my face, I scrunch my nose, “Yes?”

“You’ve to give me a break.” A crooked smile flashes across his face. “It's not every day that I have such a pretty girl between my legs.”

I feel myself flush. The magic hangs heavy in the air. The smell of bonfire smoke swirls around us. Making my skin buzz with excitement.

“Yes, you.” He pokes my nose playfully. “You look even more beautiful when you blush.”

Swallowing hard, I take a step back from him. “Not now,” I whisper. Tossing a look over my shoulder at his two feuding sisters who are throwing chairs.

Pulling me back in, he whispers. “Nothing that they haven’t seen before.” Dropping his voice low, it becomes more serious, “My Pandy, it will be time to sit on the throne soon. The Spring Equinox is fast approaching. tomorrow evening. I can feel it. You’ll be able to help me, help the court. Of course, that’s if you choose to, but I fear that if you won’t—”

“I will. as I told you before. Nothing has changed. Once the equinox comes, I'll sit on the throne,” I blurt. He and his court don’t have time. Apollo would be a marble statue soon.

“So, with the Spring Equinox fast approaching, I won’t need to be worried about you making another one of your little escape attempts,” Apollo asks playfully while his eyes intently watch me. “The ritual is short and simple. A blimp in our road before you and I can live our happily ever after.”

I smile widely. We will be able to live happily. With no plague. No fears. No qualms. us, our friends and family.

Maybe he'll help me find closure about what happened to dad.

My gut tells me that he must be alive, just like in my vision.

Maybe dad can come and live with me.

Servants dish out the food for each of our plates.

Three sets of dishes. With a snap of her fingers, a set appears in front of Arista. Picking up her fork and knife, she pushes the food around her plate. Sawing at the cut of meat like it was a brick.

Drama queen. Both you and him.

“No.” I whisper. “My home is here. Even if I need to sit on that throne. I'll do it for the greater good.”

“Good.” Tracing long and slow circles on my knuckles, he whispers, “You're such a blessing Pandora. A gift to me and the court.”

Broadly, I grin as I return to my seat, biting down on my smile.

“I'm saying,” Athena shouts. “He is the Lord of Caelum of this court; give him the respect he is due!” Apollo and I cut into the food dished out for us.

“Some Goddess of Wisdom you are. Could you use your brain for three seconds?” Never shouting, instead my friend’s tone was almost demeaning. Which aggravated her half-sister even more. Artemis rolls her eyes and replies calmly, “He is our brother. Also, if you’ve to resort to shouting, you lost the debate.”

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