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“I doubt he’d agree with that,” she mutters.
Rubbing his temples, Apollo groans, “Do I even want to know?”
“I have stabbed him more than the pin cushion that mother gave me all those years ago,” she smirks proudly. “And he has never struck me. He was always too slow. Ares focuses too much on weights and should have been practicing his cardio.”
My silverware clatters to the floor. Not snapped like Arista’s in shock of using swords to fight their siblings. I can’t imagine this. But gods are gods I suppose. “Wait, what? You weren’t kidding?” I question in horror, “You drew weapons on your siblings?”
“Pretty typical in our world.” Apollo dabs the corners of his mouth with the luxurious gold embroidered napkin.
With a snap of his fingers, a new set of silverware lands in my hands
“Thank you,” I smiled at him.
His eyes wander to mine. Amber orbs watching me intently. Instantly I feel my heart race. A place that he’d mostly been avoiding. Giving me a quick nod and a crooked grin, he replies, “Welcome.”
Gods, those eyes may be the death of me.
But like with our dance, the moment came and left.
“Apollo, save your magic,” chastises Artemis. She warns him in a serious tone. “You know as well as any of us that the plague intensity speeds up when you're overusing your magic.”
Uncle Ov groans pensively while clutching his head. “Hmm, maybe the plague is affecting my memory these days. I can feel it spreading.”
“That’s just old age,” mutters Athena from the doorway.
“Oi, missy!” Ov waves his fork at her. “You can leave the ageism at the door… Oh wait, you already beat me to it.” Proudly he looks around, pandering for compliments on his joke.
Biting back some giggles, I take a swipe of my wine.
Apollo ignores Ov and instead rolls his eyes at his sister while simultaneously not answering his twin. He takes a couple of moments to finish chewing on the tender meat in his mouth. “Anyways, Hera sent word that she’s so graciously agreed to our counter terms–”
“Aww so she was not as agreeable as you initially stated.” The twin sister narrows her eyes skeptically. “See, I know our stepmother. The woman is ruthless. She only wants the impossible. I don’t know why you even entertain her these days.”
“You very well know why.” Warns the twin to his sister. Apollo sat as straight as unmoving as stone. So stiff, I thought I was looking at a statue. “Regardless, she agreed to a deal that will let us rest much easier.”
“Only a fool would believe in a deal like that ever existing,” scowled Artemis. “House Hera wants one thing and one thing alone, to have a son sitting on your throne. Brother, you best not forget it.”
Taking another sip of my wine, I feel the tension bubbling in the room. With so many immortals in one condensed area, I can practically feel the magic in the air.
Clenching his jaw firmly, I see muscles tense on the gods face. Apollo replies curtly, “But we won’t need to deal with an open rebellion. Working in the shadows is what I do best.”
I laugh. “Ironic being you're the God of Summer, Light and the Sun.” I softly giggle to myself before looking up at my dinner mates.
They all stand as stony faced as Athena.
“Sorry, I thought you were kidding,” I grimace. Turning my attention to my wine, I contemplate if I have had too much to drink or not enough.
Uncle leans over and taps my hand. A normally comforting gesture but we’re all much too on edge for this.
Arista hisses at the gesture. Muttering under her breath, “Some company you keep.”
“Maybe I have a craving for the Underworld. Afterall, I still owe them a bit of retribution over my last visit,” the lord says snidely. His face looked as emotionless as a stone statue.
“What was the witch’s terms,” the low voice of Uncle echoes through the silent room. The harshness of his tone sends chills down my spine.
Sighing loudly, Apollo collects his thoughts.
“Apollo, it can’t be that bad. It’s not like you signed away our lives.” The Moon Goddess puts down her utensils and crosses her arms.
