The Goddess Legacy: The Goddess Queen\The Lovestruck Goddess\Goddess of the Underworld\God of Thieves\God of Darkness (Harlequin Teen) (9 page)

The Lovestruck Goddess

I like secrets. Daddy’s a walking cliché and says that
the eyes are the windows to the soul, but I think the secrets people keep are
the real way to see who they are.

See, secrets mean someone wants to keep something hidden, and
the things people keep hidden are usually the most interesting parts of who they
are. Afraid of the ocean? Totally telling. Six toes? All kinds of brilliant.
Lusting after your niece? Majorly creepy.

Here’s a secret—I failed my test.

I’ve never told anyone. Daddy knows—he’s the one who caught me
in a compromising position with a shepherd’s son—but he’s never said a word
about it, either. Technically all the members of the council who aren’t the
original six siblings have to pass this ridiculous trial that tests our virtues,
else we can’t be a member of the council, but I think that’s crap. Who wants to
be ruled over by a bunch of self-important gods who think they’re better than
everyone just because they could bottle up their natural impulses for a little
while?

And why are virtues so important anyway? I mean, I get not
being greedy or selfish or too proud, but practically every member of the
council’s like that anyway,
especially
the six
siblings. And I’ve never seen a more envious group of people in my life. Someone
gets something, and suddenly they all hate that person because they got lucky or
worked hard or whatever. Why can’t everyone just love everyone else? That’s what
a ruler should do. Rule with love, not fear or intimidation. I love Daddy, but
he’d have a lot easier time of it if he bothered to care about other people
every once in a while.

He loves me though, so I can’t complain too much.

Speaking of love and virtues, why is lust such a bad thing?
Everyone acts like doing what our bodies are designed to do is such a horrible
thing. Well, no, not everyone. Mostly just Hera. And she’s the root of
everything, really—she’s the reason everyone’s so miserable all the time, she’s
the reason we keep secrets and she’s the reason I failed my test. Most
important, she’s the one who made up these ridiculous virtues we’re all tested
on in the first place, as if she’s followed every single one of them herself
(hello, pride), and she’s the reason Daddy had to lie to get me a seat on the
council.

That takes me to my second secret. My biggest secret. Who is
currently trying to force-feed me grapes.

“No!” I bat Ares’s hand away and giggle. We’re curled up in a
nest of silk pillows on my bedroom floor, and the sunlight that pours in from
the balcony gives everything a golden glow. I love the way the sunset swirls
around my feet, but I love the way Ares traces invisible patterns on my back
even more.

“You need to keep your energy up,” he says. I brush a lock of
dark hair from his eyes. He’s beautiful, muscles rippling underneath every
square inch of skin, and he looks at me with such intensity that I think his
fire will burn me. I’m not so sure I would mind.

“Mmm, but we don’t have much longer, and I don’t want to waste
any more time eating,” I murmur. Every place he touches me seems to sizzle, as
if just being near each other is enough to spark a blaze. I’ve never loved
someone so much in my life.

No,
love
isn’t the right word. I
mean, it is, but it’s more than that. He consumes me. I’m constantly aware of
him when he’s nearby, even when I’m trying to focus on something else, and he
has no problem exploiting it. That’s how we wound up in my bedroom in the middle
of the day, minutes before Daddy’s supposed to come home.

Sometimes I think Ares does it on purpose.

“Well,” he says in that husky voice of his, eternally scratchy
from his battle cries. “Then we should get down to business, shouldn’t we?”

He kisses me, his lips bruising against mine, and our mouths
are a tangle of teeth and tongue. I’ve kissed a lot of boys before, and none of
them affect me the way he does. When I’m with him, I feel
alive,
not just immortal. And believe me, there’s a difference. It’s
easy to be immortal—all you have to do is sit there. But the world passes you by
that way, and I don’t see the point of existing for eternity if we don’t feel
it.

Being alive, that’s the hard part. That’s when my heart beats,
my eyes are open and I see and smell and feel and taste and hear
everything.
It’s heat, it’s fire, it’s the crash of
the waves and the rumble of thunder. It’s an awareness mortals take for granted.
I never do though, especially when I’m with Ares.

He’s pressing his hips against mine when someone clears their
throat. I’m so lost in Ares that the sound makes me jump, and I push him off me.
In the half second before I turn to the gauzy curtain that separates my room
from the hall, I silently will it to be anyone but Daddy. I’d even take Hera
right now. Or Hephaestus.

Shudder. Maybe Daddy would be a better option, after all.

My heart sinks. Standing in the archway, his arms folded across
his chest, is my father. His blue eyes are narrowed, his expression stony, and
in that moment I’m sure he’s going to smite one or both of us. I can only
imagine what I must look like—cheeks flushed, hair mussed, lips swollen from the
way Ares claimed them. Terrific.

“Hi, Daddy,” I say, hugging a pillow. He says nothing. “Er,
you’re back early.”

Still nothing. I look at Ares for help, but he’s leaning back
against the pillows with a shit-eating grin that makes me want to smack him.
Apparently he’s rubbing off on me, and not in the way I want him to.

It’s amazing how slowly time can move sometimes, and I sit
there, waiting—for what, I don’t know. For anything. At last another figure
appears on the other side of the gauzy curtain. For a moment, my hopes rise; but
the instant Hephaestus limps through the curtain to stand beside Daddy, they
burst. Could this possibly get any worse?

No, I take it back. No use tempting the Fates.

“Father,” says Hephaestus. He’s tall, taller than Daddy, and
his arms are thick with muscles from forging. He would be cute if it wasn’t for
his twisted legs.

Not that I hold it against him, of course. But a girl has to
have some standards. Besides, I saw the way he looked at me even before Daddy
promised me to him, and I see the way he looks at me now. It isn’t as consuming
as Ares’s gaze, but that love is still there. Gentler, easier, kinder. The sorts
of things I don’t need when I have his brother.

“Go back to the throne room, Hephaestus.” Daddy clenches his
fists. Hephaestus has the uncanny ability to make him squirm, something no one
else on the council—no one else in the world, probably—can do. Usually
Hephaestus takes great pains to stay away from Daddy for that very reason, but
apparently today is the exception.

“Ares and Aphrodite weren’t doing anything wrong,” he says. A
truth if I’ve ever heard one. Maybe he’s finally accepted that I don’t want to
marry him. “He was teaching her how to defend herself. How to wrestle.”

I have to bite my cheek to keep my mouth from dropping open.
Accepting the fact that I don’t want to be with him is one thing, but actually
lying for me?

Daddy might have blinders on when it comes to me—most of the
time, anyway—but his mouth forms a thin line. He doesn’t even bother looking at
Hephaestus. “Aphrodite knows how I feel about her having relations with your
brother,” he says, as if Ares and I aren’t here. As if we aren’t staring
straight at him.

“And why is that, Father?” says Ares. “Why am I not allowed to
see her when you spend half your time with mortal women and minor
goddesses?”

Daddy grits his teeth. “What I do is none of your concern—”

“Of course it is, when you’re upsetting Mother.” Ares stands
and goes nose to nose with Daddy. He’s not as tall as him, but he’s physically
stronger, and they both know it. “You stop seeing other women, and I’ll stop
teaching Aphrodite how to wrestle.”

The seconds tick by as Ares and Daddy glare at each other. I
hug myself, my eyes wide as I wait for someone to blink. Daddy has never treated
his sons as well as he treats me, but he’s never thrown a punch or a bolt of
lightning at them, either. And he can’t now—not over me, not over this. It isn’t
okay.

“Daddy, please,” I say, but my plea falls on deaf ears. At last
Hephaestus touches their shoulders, as if he thinks his calloused hands are
enough to stop them from raging at each other.

“Enough,” he says quietly. “This is my battle, Father, not
yours, and I choose not to fight.”

Ares scoffs. “Coward.”

Faster than lightning, Daddy hits him across the mouth. Ares
stares at him, stunned, and if time was going slowly before, now it stops
completely.

They really are going to fight because of me. Maybe even war. I
don’t see why Daddy should care so much—Ares has a point, after all. Fidelity
hasn’t exactly been Daddy’s strongest attribute, and it’s not as if I’m married
to Hephaestus yet. For whatever reason, though, Daddy does care, and this isn’t
making things better.

But before I can try to stop them, Ares storms out of my room,
and that jagged shard of loss burrows itself within me. Not just the loss of his
physical presence, but because I know that look on Daddy’s face. What little
relief I get from this near miss evaporates.

“Aphrodite.” His voice wavers, the only sign of how angry he
is. “Come with me.”

I sigh and stand. Telling him no would only make the situation
worse. Daddy walks briskly down the hall, not giving me a chance to catch up
with him, but I know where he’s going. Before I leave, I pause. “Thanks,” I
mutter to Hephaestus. “For covering for me, I mean.”

He shrugs and brushes his fingertips against my elbow. There’s
something shy about him, something quiet I don’t understand. “It was nothing,”
he says, and his touch is gone as soon as I register it. All for the better,
really. Ares is excitement, passion, fire all rolled into one, while Hephaestus
is—

I’m not too sure what he is, but it isn’t passion. If Ares
wasn’t here, maybe I could stomach the thought of marrying Hephaestus, but being
forced to settle for subpar when I have perfection right under my nose is
cruel.

Without glancing back at Hephaestus, I follow Daddy, taking my
time. No point in hurrying toward another talking-to. I’ve only been in Olympus
for a hundred years, but I’m not completely ignorant. When Daddy holds meetings
in his office, they’re never good.

By the time I catch up with him, the heat in my face is gone.
His office is on the other side of Olympus, and in the time it’s taken me to get
there, I’ve prepared what I want to say. What I’m
going
to say this time instead of letting Daddy walk all over me.
It’s my life, not his.

Daddy’s sitting behind his desk, gazing into the portal that
lets him see what’s happening on earth. He’s focused on a beach I don’t
recognize, with tall cliffs in the background. In the seconds before he realizes
I’m there, I think I see Hera, but I can’t be sure.

“Aphrodite.” The portal disappears. “Please, sit.”

“I’d rather stand.” I’m never rude to him, at least not on
purpose, but today I can’t find it in myself to hold back. “Why are you doing
this to me?”

As soon as I say it, my eyes well up. Perfect. Now he’s never
going to take me seriously.

Sometimes crying helps though, and at least his expression
softens. But this isn’t how I want to win. I want him to love me enough to care
more about my happiness than he does his war with Hera. “My dear,” he murmurs,
and he moves out from behind his desk to embrace me. I let him. He smells like
smoke and river water, and I don’t want to know why.

“Just—” I hiccup. “I love Ares, Daddy. I really, really love
him, and he loves me, too.”

“Are you sure about that?” he says, and I pull back in
horror.

“Of course he does. How can you even say something like
that?”

He tries to pull me in close again, but I resist. “I only mean
that he didn’t seem to be too bothered that I caught the pair of you—er,
wrestling. I could easily forbid you to see each other, yet—”

“You wouldn’t.” I step away from him, and he reaches for me,
but his hand grasps empty air. “Daddy, you can’t do that to me. I don’t care
about the issues you and Hera have—marrying me off to Hephaestus just to make
her miserable—”

“Is that why you think I chose him?” says Daddy. “Oh,
darling.”

“Don’t ‘oh, darling’ me,” I snap. I’ve never been so sharp with
him in my entire existence. “This is my life, not yours. One son’s as good as
the other to you anyway, so why don’t you just let me choose Ares? Hera will
still be angry.”

Although, if I was the one making that choice, maybe she
wouldn’t be. The morning she came to speak with me, the day of the council
meeting where we were supposed to vote on whether to remove Daddy as head of the
council—Hera tried to give me a choice. Maybe only because she wanted to
dethrone Daddy, but I like to think it was more than that. I like to think she
really cared—if not about me, then her sons.

I would’ve voted with her, too. And it’s a damn shame she
interfered before I had the chance to say so.

“I chose Hephaestus because I thought he was the best
candidate,” says Daddy. “I see what you and Ares are to each other, and that
isn’t the sort of love that lasts, my dear. Fire can’t burn forever.”

I blush. “You paired me up with Hephaestus because he asked you
to, not because you thought it through.”

“Both of my sons asked,” he says. “And I put a great deal of
thought into it. You must look beyond the surface, my dear. Hephaestus will love
you—”

“Not the way I want to be loved.” I wipe my eyes again. I’d
give anything to make them stop leaking. “What will it hurt to let me
choose?”

“It would hurt you.” He reaches for me again, but I sidestep
him a second time.