Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales!
This week is a picture prompt. I’ve hit a little snag with The Bulldog and need to do a little more research.
So today we are with back with Demeter in the third Gods of DC book! And as I said a couple of weeks ago, you’ve already met her guy in both Blood Lust and Love and War.
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**Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
She hurried up the stairs to her bedroom then threw open the door to her walk-in closet. She rustled though her clothes as she thought. London wouldn’t be much warmer than home. She plucked a couple of sweaters and T-shirts from their hangers. She scooped up the handle of the duffel bag lying on the floor beneath the clothes then hauled them out to her bed. Despite the urge to toss them inside in a heap, she carefully folded each item and set it inside.
She crossed her room to grab a couple pairs of blue jeans and several delicates then tossed them in her bag. Once it was zipped up and secure, she stopped to think. She could ghost, as the younger gods and goddesses put it, and get to London in a matter of seconds. Yet Zeus forbade all of them from it,
Her face fell as she thought about her king. There was more than met the eye between them and she planned to keep it from everyone, including Persephone. It had been thousands of years since Zeus enforced his will on her existence. But the look he still gave her made her blood run cold. She couldn’t shake it. It made her choose this illusion she wore like a second skin. She couldn’t risk love again not after what Zeus did to her betrothed. He might be married to her sister but he made it clear as crystal he felt he possessed her too.
She glanced out her bedroom window at the rolling hills and forests of trees that surrounded her home, the grass and leaves still a weak pale green as vegetation balanced between the seasons. Maybe Dottie, her high priestess, was done feeding the horses and could drive her to the airport.