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This week’s word Prompt is “mad” We’re back with Athena (Anna) and Mack in the second book of The Gods of DC Series.
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
Athena knew she should have slapped the condescending bastard. She nudged the bedroom door behind her as she growled. Treating her like she was a child? That was way out of line. It made her so fucking mad. She was a goddess. She lived thousands of lifetimes more than he did.
She glanced at the sparse decorations that lined the walls. There was a broken mirror hanging from one wall and cheap poster of an autumn garden complete with a wood rail fence and orange fallen leaves on the other. The poster was kept in a smoked plastic frame probably from the same discount store and was too peaceful to belong in this place.
She stepped around the large unmade bed and the random piece of discarded clothing as she made her way to the bathroom. She sighed as she glanced at the photo once more then took in the room. She could just ghost from the place as Ares always called it. Hell, she could reassemble the burning jet sinking in the swamp, including repair the overheating wire so no other pilot crashed when they flew it. With a snap of her fingers she could disappear from this hellhole and reappear in a hot bath with a glass of her favorite wine in her hand.
Her gaze landed on the bed, the pillows dented where Mack’s head must have laid. Something deep in soul tremored. She could ghost out of the swamp. But a part of her wanted to find out what it would feel like to be beneath him in that bed. She wanted it so much it made her ache to her core. It was a feeling she never experienced this strong before. She was one of the three maiden goddesses. After thousands of years she was still a virgin.