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This week’s word prompt is “bracelet”.
So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Juliet’s eyes widened. “So you do have a thing for Freddy.”
“Why would that be wrong? He definitely has a thing for you.”
Demeter stared at her as her mouth gaped open. She did her best to pull herself together. “He does not.”
“He’s charming, Aunt Dee. But he’s not that charming. He’s the high priest of the god of war. He doesn’t have a lot of time for chit chat. I’ve never seen him stop and talk to someone for longer than five minutes much less a full day.”
Demeter smiled but then shook her head. “It wouldn’t work.”
Demeter gestured towards the hall that Freddy slipped into. “He’s in his what? His mid-twenties? Look at me. I have grey hair and wrinkles. Even if something were to happen between us, he’ll wake up someday and want someone younger. It’s inevitable.”
“So that means you shouldn’t try?”
Demeter pursed her lips together in silence. She couldn’t come up with a counter no matter how hard she tried.
“Can I ask you something?” Juliet questioned.
Demeter took a sip of tea. “Sure.”
“You aren’t the oldest of your siblings, are you?”
“No. Hestia is. I’m second oldest.”
Juliet paused. “Why do the rest of them, including Hestia, appear to be ten years younger than you? Are they changing their appearance? Or are you?”
“If I looked like them, I would look like Persephone's older sister, not her mom.”
Juliet laid a hand on Demeter’s arm. “Zeus looks the same age as the rest of them. And he’s her dad.”
Demeter shook her head slightly. “Please let it go, Juliet.”
Juliet pulled away then took a sip of her drink. “Okay.”
Demeter spun on her stool at the melodic clatter of glass striking each other. Freddy shoved a two wheel cart stacked with boxes across the wood floor towards them. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the line. His muscles rippled as he nudged the cart behind the bar.
Demeter swallowed hard as she caught sight of the ink etched into his rib cage. It was a colorful display of what she guessed was Celtic symbols. Guys with tattoos never did it for her. This one did. She needed to get out of there before she melted into the stool.
Juliet hopped off her perch and scurried down the hall out of sight. Demeter looked away at the cage as she played with the leather bracelet on her wrist. This was the worst time possible for her niece-in-law to bail on her.
She glanced back Freddy to find him watching her, a crooked grin on his face. It look in his eyes gave her the shivers. The last time she saw something similar to it was a wolf in her woods staring down its prey.