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CHAPTERFOUR
PERSEPHONE
Crossing the open ocean in a speedboat is a totally new and wild experience for me. The boat’s motor roars, zipping us along through the water. For a minute, the whole world seems to be made of nothing bright the too-bright sky against the rugged, deep blue of the water beneath us. The vista is breathtaking in its scope and size.
Unfortunately, I am not exactly in the most comfortable position to admire the view. My wrists and ankles are bound to a sleek metal bar running along the white leather seating that clings to the ship’s hull. I’m facing out at least, away from Ares and his posh model that he’s been making out with on the entire boat ride thus far.
She giggles, no doubt playing with her long, perfectly straight blonde hair. “Oh, Ares…”
I grit my teeth and try to tamp down the new wave of nausea that threatens to overtake me. Not because Ares and his pretty new toy make me sick, which they do. They haven’t been exactly shy about touching each other in front of me. From the sounds I heard, the blonde may have actually orgasmed already.
But sadly, that’s not what makes me wretch. It’s actually because I am watching the foamy white caps come to a peak and then disappear on the dark blue ocean. Normally, it would be okay. Interesting to watch, even.
But some combination of being tied up, seeing things from a sideways view, and being quite pregnant is making me seriously seasick. I close my eyes tightly, praying that we will soon slow down. That my nausea will crest and then ebb, vanishing like it never existed.
It doesn’t. I taste the bile in the back of my throat a few seconds before I turn my head down to the leather banquette seat and wretch again. This time, a small amount of liquid comes up, spewing messily from my mouth all over the white leather.
The powerboat slows and I hear Ares mutter something I can’t quite hear.
“Ares!” the model whines. “Why are we stopping?”
I sense him when he lurches over to me, untying my wrists from the bar. My hands tingle as I wipe at my mouth, favoring Ares with a glare.
“Jaysus,” he says, taking his sunglasses off. “You are a fucking mess.”
He reaches down and grabs me roughly by the upper arm. He yanks me to a sitting position. I respond by doing what feels right…
I lean forward and vomit again, making sure to get some on his knees.
“Fuck!” he screams. He looks down at his black pants, astounded. “Ye’ve got to be joking. First ye won’t sign yer name to the bloody letter. And now this?”
I glare up at him, trying to convey the sheer hate that I have for him through my expression. Wiping at my mouth again, I snarl. “You could have just let me go.”
“And let you disappear with my brother’s baby inside of ye?” His lip curls. “I think not. Don’t worry, little Persephone. I’ve figured out a grand plan for you.”
My eyes narrow to slits. But inside, I feel an icy shot of fear enter my bloodstream.
“I can’t imagine what a delight that will be.”
Ares smirks, retying my hands to the deck railing. “Aye. I canna wait to introduce ye to my friend Angus. Ye will be at his beck and call… and at his mercy. He lives in the remotest part of Greenland so…”
He waves a hand in my face, backing up. “Bye bye, Penny. Ye won’t die on my watch. But ye might wish ye had.”
I look away over the shining ocean, not wanting him to see that his words struck a chord with me. I’m afraid, both for myself and for my unborn child. I can’t just let Ares lead me away to some unknown fate.
But how am I going to escape? As the sun beats down on me, I bow my head and think about my options.
Ares moves back to stand behind the steering wheel and ignores me. He kicks the engine back into overdrive and the speedboat begins to move again.
I cast a sideways glance over at Ares. He’s a big guy, broad-shouldered, built like the trunk of a tree. He might even win out in a size competition with Hades.
Overpowering him is not in the cards. So that means I’ll have to escape. Maybe when we are getting off of the boat, I’ll seize the opportunity.
In the distance, I can just make out a dark mass and several bright white spots. As the boat’s engines roar, the dots gradually become solidified into individual large yachts.
“Oooh, I just can’t wait to get to the coast of Spain!” the blonde breathes.
Casting my gaze over her, I absorb that piece of information. We’re on the coast of Spain. It changes nothing about my plan for escape, but it does inform my next steps after that.
