Hartley
I opened my palm,
producing another crimson flame that burned brightly against my creamy skin. I closed my hand and the fire dissipated in a
puff of gray smoke.
“You’re getting pretty
good at that baby.” Hayden was reclined
in his throne, watching me. His black
collared shirt was taut against his shoulders with the sleeves rolled up to
reveal pale, muscled forearms. His jeans
were threadbare at the knees, the tattered ends brushing his scuffed black
boots. Sinfully dark hair curled around
his sculpted face, framing his cool gray eyes.
Merely looking at him took
my breath away and sent my heart racing.
No matter how much time we spend together I’ll never get used to him and
that’s not even including the fact he’s a god.
A week passed since we discovered
the truth. I don’t know what’s worse,
having the psycho queen of the gods as my mother who killed me or having
Hayden’s brother think I belonged to him because of some stupid prophecy.
That prophecy was written
about a girl who doesn’t exist anymore.
She died. He can’t accept that or
my love for Hayden. He’s tried multiple
times to confront me at school. At first
I was nice because I felt bad for him, but after he tried to kiss me in the
hall twice I had enough.
Since my true heritage was
revealed I’ve been staying in the Underworld except for school and the
game. My father is aware I know the
truth. I can understand his reason for
keeping my mother’s identity a secret, but he still should have told me. Maybe I could have avoided some of this
mess. He was devastated when he learned
my own mother killed me and set it up for me to get bound to the Underworld to
keep me away from Zeus.
I pulled another flame
into my hand and tossed it into the black marble fireplace, lighting it with
crimson fire.
“Impressive.” Hayden grinned and crooked a finger at
me. “Come here.”
He’s been surprisingly tolerable
with me staying here and practicing my powers.
He’s even helping.
I curled up in his lap,
hooking my hands around his neck. His
immaculate throne room was still as magnificent as the first time I saw
it. Glossy black marbles floors
stretched to obsidian walls. Silver
drapes framed windows with views of crimson fire. A silk gray chaise with scarlet
embellishments sat in front of a grandiose marble fireplace.
Each time I enter this
place I spotted a new treasure, a collection of jewels, a splendid painting, or
an antique trinket that’s been around since the dawn of time.
“Do you think I’ll ever
be able to use my powers outside of the Underworld?” I asked.
His hands wrapped around
my waist. “I don’t know. No one beside me has developed these kinds of
powers.”
“I hope so.” I pouted.
“It’s not fair I can’t.”
His finger slid over my
bottom lip. “Please stop pouting.”
I only did it more. “Make me.”
Scarlet fire lit his eyes
as he crushed his mouth against mine.
His tongue swiped across my bottom lip before, sucking on it. We both groaned as our bodies melded
together. His dark taste drove me wild
on so many levels.
My fingers dove into his
silken hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. His hands burned at the small of my back as
they slipped under my shirt, gliding over my soft flesh.
The stone doors creaked
open and clicking footsteps echoed on the polished stone floors.
An annoyed groan slipped
out Hayden’s mouth and he broke the kiss.
My gaze rested on Hermes as he strolled in, wearing a huge grin on his
cherubic face framed in bronze curls.
He reclined on the gray
chaise and kicked his feet up, the wings of his golden sandals fluttering. He pointed between Hayden and me. “That is so
weird. You both have flaming eyes.”
I rolled those flaming
eyes and watched Hayden blink his away. I still hadn’t learned that trick yet. Mine have to die down on their own.
Hayden’s hand slipped
from my shirt and rested on my hips.
“What do you want? We’re kind of
in the middle of something.”
Hermes winked. “You two are always in the middle of something.
Every time I see you you’re making out.”
My cheeks flamed. We weren’t that bad.
The crooked, arrogant
smile on Hayden’s lips told me that we were that bad—and he was proud of it.
I smacked his arm. “Cut it out.”
I leaned toward his ear. “Or I’ll
shorten my cheerleading skirt.”
A growl rumbled in his
chest. “Don’t threaten me Hartley. I can play that game too.”
I scoffed. “Yeah.
And I’ll win baby.” I kissed his
cheek before he could argue and slipped out of his reach, laughing.
He shook his head and failed
at suppressing his smile. “What is it
Hermes?”
“I wanted to talk to you
about Isaak.” He absentmindedly picked
at a fraying hole in his jeans. “He’s
been sneaking souls into the palace from Asphodel Meadows and having wild
parties with lotus flowers.”
Hayden shot him an
incredulous expression. “I already know. I was waiting on the appropriate time to bust
him.”
Hermes rubbed his hands
together. “Let me in on the plan Hades.”
My brow rose as Hayden
smiled darkly. “I don’t even want to
know what you two are planning.” I
headed for the doors. “I’m going for a
walk.”
“Be careful Hartley,”
Hayden called.
I wiggled my fingers,
fire tipping each one. “I’m not the one
that should be careful.” I winked and
blew Hayden a kiss.
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