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PROLOGUE
There’s something about a speed limit that just doesn’t sit right with my foot.
-Slone to Caristonia
CARISTONIA
Six Months Ago
I grimaced at the package.
“Who’s that from?” I asked.
“That’s from a fan,” Jarvis, a worker, said as he struggled to get a tent pole securely into the ground.
I watched his muscles strain but didn’t make a move to help him.
There would be no point.
Putting those tent poles up would take way more strength than I possessed.
It’d taken all five sisters to get one up when we were younger. And to be completely truthful, now that we were adults, our strength hadn’t really improved. We’d gotten breasts and ass, but we’d all been the same size since we were twelve.
“Great,” I grumbled.
I had a lovely admirer that liked to go to as many of our shows as he could. Often times he liked to leave me gifts.
The only problem was, his gifts and my twin sister’s gifts that she was bent on sending me were sometimes the same, so it was likely that I would open the gift thinking it was from Hades when in fact, it was someone else. We had weird people in the audience that stared or leered at all of us. It was uncomfortable but I’ve never had the sense that there was a stalker among them.
“Just open it and stop being a little bitch,” Jarvis ordered.
I sighed and did just that, opening it.
I grimaced when I saw the box inside of the box.
“Gross,” I groused.
“You got my present!” Hades cried.
I looked over at her and said, “You got me a dildo that leans heavily to the left?”
Hades blinked. “No. That one must not be mine.”
The box felt like it was burning my hand the longer I held on to it.
“Mine’s actually a pair of panties.” Hades looked at Jarvis. “Did you see who gave you this one?”
“Listen.” Jarvis finally got the pole in place and turned to us. “I’m not a mail carrier. I’m not anything that sits there and runs errands for you and pays attention to who gives me what. I was in the middle of putting this big ass fence up. Jesus fucking Christ. And you want me to fuckin’ pay attention to who gives it to you?”
So Jarvis was a little bit of an asshole.
But he was a hard worker and sometimes you had to deal with the attitude even if you didn’t want to when you were already short on workers.
“Thanks, Jarvis,” I muttered as I walked the box to the trash.
If Hades was asking Jarvis that, she knew damn well who it was giving it to him.
Well, we knew it was my “admirer.” We just didn’t know who that admirer was.
