Page 57 of Damaged Gods


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“You’re right.” She smiles shyly. “What do you live for, Adonis?”

I take a moment and then shrug. “Family I guess.”

“Not love.”

She leans forward, studying my reaction.

“No. Love gets you nowhere.”

“Is that what you think? It’s sad.”

“But true.”

She shakes her head. “I disagree.”

“You’re entitled to your opinion, and I’m entitled to mine.”

She leans back and shakes her head. “Adonis. The god of hunting who shows no affection. It killed him in the end.”

My heart quickens as I stare at the beauty before me and as I stare deep into her eyes, I say huskily, “It is better to die a quick honorable death than a slow painful one from circumstances you can’t control.”

“Is that what’s happening to your brother?”

“Yes.”

She stares at me with an honest expression, and I have never spent time with a woman like her. It’s as if she’s a breath of pure oxygen through my carbon-infested soul, allowing me to breathe again.

I lean forward and note the way her pupils dilate and a slight flush to her cheeks blooms like a freshly picked rose.

I have an incredible urge to touch her. To feel her soft skin against my rough fingers. To gaze deeper into her eyes as I contemplate tasting her plump rose petal lips. To tangle my fingers in her blond curls and hold a little piece of heaven in my hands.

She studies me through those intense eyes, and I say softly, “Apollo and Phoebe are a living love story. My own is way darker than that. I don’t allow myself to love because it’s easier that way. Nobody gets hurt and there are no expectations.”

“Then perhaps you have it all figured out. I should read the same books as you and stop dreaming.”

“That depends on your dreams, baby girl.”

I catch the glint of lust in her eyes and expect my own are burning as I gaze at her with an overwhelming desire to do the unexpected. To indulge and to take something I want and to hell with the consequences. To ruin us both for a moment of pleasure that would cement my place in hell even further.

Chloe interrupts the moment and says harshly, “Dinner is served, sir. We have one hour until we land.”

Melissa’s eyes widen in shock. “Land? I thought–”

Chloe moves away with an irritated glance in her direction, and I stand, reaching for her hand more as an excuse to touch her than any show of chivalry.

“I told your brother I was taking you home. I didn’t tell him it was mine.”

CHAPTER 33

MELISSA

Adonis takes my hand along with my sanity and leads me to a table set for two that resembles a fine restaurant. We are flying among the clouds and the brilliant sunlight catches on the crystal glasses as they sparkle with what appears to be red wine.

I am stunned. I’m going to his home. To Greece.

Will Apollo be there? Did he arrange this? I have so many questions I’m not sure which one to ask first and as Chloe serves us the most amazing looking meal of steak and potato puree with green vegetables, I reach for my glass with a shaking hand.

Adonis is a man who fills a room, not just with his muscles but his dark, brooding presence. I’m not surprised Chloe is pissed at me. Who wouldn’t want his attention? It makes me shiver because I hate how quickly my interest has changed from one brother to another, but he is making it impossible to ignore him.

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