Chapter Twenty-Three
Chariot races in Ancient Greece were bloody and deadly. My hands shake a little as I turn to the others.
“Anyone ever drive a chariot before?”
“Nope, there’s a first time for everything, though.” Jayden shrugs.
“I have once.” Draven frowns.
“That’s better than nothing. You up for driving us?” I ask.
“If you and Raven are the defenders, I’ll drive.” Draven nods.
“Obviously I’m one of the defenders,” Raven scoffs. “Like I would let anyone else get in that chariot.”
Greyson chuckles. “You are way too bloodthirsty for your own good, babe.”
“You love it and you know it.” Raven grins.
“Yes, I do.” He kisses her hard.
“Maybe it should be me,” Jayden says. “I’ll help Raven defend.”
“No, to be honest, the only thing I was worried about was who was driving. Since we learned about it, I’ve been planning on doing it.” I shrug.
“It’s nothing against the rest of you. They are the strongest and scariest of all of us. People will also underestimate them. A bunch of warriors from Ancient Greece won’t think that they are a threat because they’re women.” Draven shoots us apologetic smiles.
“He’s right. With the exception of Atalanta, there weren’t any women heroes.” I nod.
“What about the Amazons?” Raven asks, arms folded.
“We’re not tall enough to be Amazonian warriors,” I say.
“We’re just as badass as them, though.”
“Our best bet in there is to let them underestimate us. If they think we’re weak, we have an advantage when they target us first.” I nod.
“Weak men sniff out who they think is the weakest first. Then they go after the strong. Okay, I get it. Pretend to be weak,” Raven grumbles.
I turn to Prometheus and Pandora. “How do we get to these Olympian games?”
“Allow me,” he says.
Before I can protest, Prometheus waves his hand in the air and my body spins out of control way worse than any other god has transported me before. When my feet touch solid ground, I sway on my feet. My stomach roils and I double over, just able to keep the bile from inching up my throat.
“That fucking titan,” I growl.
“That was worse than when the gods do it,” Jayden pants.
“Was he trying to disorient us before we literally battle for our lives in the chariot race?” Raven asks.
“Maybe he just isn’t used to transporting mortals,” Adrian says, but his complexion has a green tint to it like he’s about to be sick.
“I still don’t trust them entirely. There’s something about all of this that doesn’t add up.” I shake my head and immediately regret it.
“He’s going to meet the pointy end of my sword if he ever does that again,” Raven says.
“He may end up on mine whether he does that again or not,” I agree.
