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The girl’s eyes widened. “You lived in Olympia? I bet it was beautiful!”
Persephone had lived far, far away from the city proper in her mother’s glass greenhouse and hadn’t seen much of Olympia. It was one of the most popular tourist destinations in New Greece. It was where the gods held Council and had sprawling estates. When the Divine were away, many of the mansions and surrounding gardens were open to tour.
“It was beautiful,” Persephone said. “But New Athens is beautiful, too. I…didn’t really have much freedom there.”
Sybil seemed to understand. “Parents?”
Persephone nodded.
She learned the boys and Sybil were from New Delphi and also attended New Athens University like she and Lexa.
“What are you studying?” Persephone asked.
“Architecture,” the boys said in unison, which meant they were in the College of Hestia.
“I’m in the College of the Divine.” Sybil said.
“Sybil is an Oracle,” Aro said, pointing to her with his thumb.
The girl blushed and averted her eyes.
“That means you will serve a god!” Lexa said, eyes wide.
Oracles were coveted positions among mortals, and to become one, they had to be born with certain prophetic gifts. Oracles acted as messengers for the gods. In ancient times, that meant serving in temples. Now it meant serving as their press manager. Oracles gave statements and organized press circuits, especially when a god had something prophetic to communicate.
“Apollo’s already got his eye on her,” said Xeres.
Sybil rolled her eyes. “It’s not as wonderful as it sounds. My family was not happy.”
Sybil didn’t need to say it for Persephone to understand. Her parents were what the Faithful and the god-fearing called Impious.
The Impious were a group of mortals who rejected the gods when they came to Earth. Having already felt abandoned by them, they were not eager to obey. There was a revolt and two sides were born. Even the gods who supported the Impious used mortals like puppets, dragging them across battlefields. There was destruction, and chaos reigned. After a year of fighting, the battle was over.
The gods had promised a new life, something better than Elysium (apparently, Hades didn’t like that too well), but the gods delivered—they threaded together continents and dubbed the new landmass New Greece, splicing it into territories with great, gleaming cities.
“My parents would have been ecstatic,” Lexa said.
Persephone met Sybil’s gaze. “I’m sorry they weren’t excited for you.”
She shrugged. “It’s better now that I’m here.”
The goddess got the feeling that she and Sybil had a lot in common when it came to their parents.
Several shots later, the conversation lapsed into hilarious stories of the trio’s friendship and Persephone became distracted by her surroundings. She noticed small details like strands of tiny lights overhead that looked like stars in the dark above, single-stemmed narcissus on the tables at each booth, and the wrought-iron rails of the second story balcony where a lone figure loomed.
That’s where her gaze stayed, meeting a pair of shadowy eyes. Had she thought earlier that Adonis was the most handsome man she’d ever seen?
She’d been wrong.
That man was now staring at her.
She couldn’t tell the color of his eyes, but they ignited a fire under her skin, and it was like he knew because his full lips curved into a harsh smile, drawing attention to his strong jaw, covered in dark stubble. He was big, well over six and a half feet tall and dressed in darkness from his inky hair to his black suit.
Her throat went dry and she was suddenly uncomfortable. She fidgeted and crossed her legs, instantly regretting the move, because the man’s gaze fell there and held for a moment before sliding back
up her frame, snagging on her curves. The fire he’d ignited under her skin pooled low in her stomach, reminding her of how empty she felt, how desperately she needed to be filled up.
Who was this man, and how could she possibly feel this way about a stranger? She needed to break this connection that had created this tangible, suffocating energy between them.
