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“This is not good...” Lia winced.
He pulled back the string. He wore a look of purest concentration. Two arrows, one bow, and his aim had to be perfect, just perfect.
“I can’t look,” she said.
She covered her eyes but peeked through her fingers.
The string thrummed as he let the arrows fly. Gifted with his sight, Lia saw one burning arrow stream into the chest of David, right through his heart.
And the other arrow, black as iron, struck his own mother, right through her heart.
Then...
“Oh my gods...” Lia breathed.
David looked at Aphrodite like he’d seen the sun for the first time.
Aphrodite looked at David like he smelled of dung.
David started to make his way through the crowd, fast as he could, pushing people aside, while Aphrodite drew away from him even as he took her hand in his and kissed and kissed and kissed it...
“August, you didn’t.”
“An arrow of love. An arrow of hate. Now he’ll know what it’s like to be brutally rejected, and my mother will think twice before interfering in my sex life again. A job well done.”
“You really are the Prince of Mischief,” she said.
“I’ll show you mischief, my lady.” He kissed her. “Let’s go.”
“We can’t just...”
“What?”
“We can’t leave them like that. They’re in love-hate with each other,” she said.
“The arrows weren’t very potent,” August said with a shrug. “The poison will wear off soon.”
“Like...in an hour?”
“For Mother? An hour. For David Bell? More like a week,” he said. “But trust me, he deserves it, and Mother can more than handle herself.”
He slung his bow over his back again and took Lia’s hand. They went out of the gallery, not through the main entrance but through a back door and upstairs to the roof, where they stood and looked out on the lights of London.
“That was kind of sexy,” she said as he slid his arm around her waist. “The archery thing. Good look for you.”
“I’ll teach you how to shoot.”
“Where? Olympus?”
“Is that where you want to go?” he asked.
“What are my options?”
“Let me think...” He nodded thoughtfully and started ticking off places on his fingers. “Olympus. The Underworld. Maybe you can get some weaving tips from Arachne—unless you’re afraid of human-size spiders. There’s Arcadia. Ancient Crete. Elysium. The Land of a Thousand Dances. Delphi. Your pick. We have all eternity.”
“Pan’s Island?” Lia asked.
August looked at her through narrowed eyes. “The real Pan’s Island, you mean? Or the fantasy version from the storybook?”
