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Chapter Twelve
“Is there anything better than to be longing for something, when you know it is within reach?”
—Greta Garbo
“You better let me do the coiffering,” Ere said with a waggle of his elegant black brows.
“Else, your centaur stallion prince might go Godzilla on these poor virginal beasts before they ever get some.”
Divina arched her own sable brow at her best-frenemy-forever.
“Your analogies are atrocious,” she complained.
“Yet always right on,” he quipped.
The centaurs had finished washing in the same lake they’d stopped at before on their way to the outpost. It was a gorgeous sunny day in ancient Greece, and Divina thought again how it would be so easy to live here in this time and place.
The lack of modern amenities was more than compensated by the sprawling, untamed beauty of the isles. Besides, the ancient Greeks were civilized people. They knew how to live. They had great food, art, poetry, philosophy, heated bath halls…so many pretty things.
So what if there was no Internet, no streaming videos, none of the modern pop and rock music she liked to sing along to? So what if there were no bidets or even toilets and toilet paper? And she had to hunker down behind bushes for the past couple of days to do her business?
She’d miss all her babies in the Celestial Realm, of course, and she’d have to find caretakers for them. She was certain Miss Seventh wouldn’t mind. Fufu could use a cuddly, or a few cuddlies, that’s for sure. Even if he would never admit it, the old grump. And she’d find and accumulate so many new babies here.
Like centaur babies.
Or would they be called colts?
They’d be absolutely adorable, just like Andros was. Big clear eyes full of trust, freedom and innocence. Shiny, satiny coats. Wobbly, knobby legs before they grew strong. And silky manes and tails.
Oh, the fun she’d have making them pretty!
“You have this strange gleeful look on your face,” Ere observed. “Rather frightening.”
He shuddered dramatically.
Divina mentally shook herself out of it. But she couldn’t help looking over at Andros, who had not yet had his own bath in the lake, for he was busy training with Chiron and Sorin.
They all assumed that a demi-god was born with the ability to dominate in a fight. Andros certainly had the build, strength and instincts.
But Ixion was also a demi-god. He was a son of Ares, god of war. According to Chiron, he was a formidable warrior even without his sneaky tricks. Thus, Sorin and Chiron decided to give Andros some last-minute training before the big challenge.
Divina could see that it was helping.
An hour ago, Andros’s movements had been less certain, as he defended against the other warriors’ attacks. Now, he not only defended, he countered with his own assaults, and even at two against one, he was holding his own.
His naked human chest glistened with sweat and streaks of blood. No major wounds, but the other males didn’t exactly hold back. His glossy stallion half gleamed with exertion as well, the steely muscles quivering and flexing.
Gods, but he was a sight to behold!
She would never get enough of watching him.
“I wish I had a handkerchief to lend you for the drool, but as long as you’re spending time in the centaur prince’s presence, I think we should find you a bib instead.”
Divina finally tore her gaze away from Andros to glare at Ere.
He grinned beatifically at her.
“I thought you were helping me,” she huffed. “Go over there and start a line. I’ll have to teach you what to do.”
