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This week's word prompt is "suddenly”. We’re jumping ahead in the second book of The Gods of DC Series, Love and War. Athena and Mack will be hitting the virtual shelves on Christmas Day!
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*Warning - there are adult situations and language.**
It was then that Athena told Mack about their lunch date with the king and queen of the gods. Mack’s warm, tender embrace turned hard and cold in an instant. It grew even more frigid when she suggested he wear a suit.
Of course he didn’t own one. She glanced at them as they reached the cement staircase that led to the front door. She just hoped the magic she cast to make him one held out. It was real fabric but that didn’t mean that it wouldn’t suddenly disappear. Her wits weren’t exactly about her when she conjured it into existence.
Artemis ducked around the two of them then pressed a knuckle to the doorbell. Despite how dressed up Mack and Athena were, Artemis chose to wear her usual black outfit. And she bitched the entire time they got prepared about going in the first place.
“Little eager, are we?” Athena teased.
“The faster we get in there, the faster we get this over with,” Artemis muttered.
“I agree with her,” Mack added as he pointed to the goddess of the hunt.
Athena rolled her eyes as the large front door opened. A butler scanned each of them with a critical eye before he gave a huge sigh. “Senator and Missus Lynch are in the dining room waiting for you. Don’t dawdle.”
The three of them scuttled away across the foyer away from the ancient servant. Artemis tossed a dirty look over her shoulder. “Dawdle? Does that son of a bitch understand who he’s talking to?”
“He does,” Athena chided. “He’s been tending to Dad since we were on Olympus. And he’s not wrong. When it comes to Zeus and Hera, we’re known to try to avoid the inevitable.”
The three of them came to a stop when they reached the dining room doors. Zeus stood at his place at the head of the table, the large paned glass window leading to the garden illuminating the room behind him. Hera sat at his left, a wine glass already to her lips. The bottle it came from was half empty beside her plate.
“It’s good for you to join us,” Zeus greeted, the hint of frost in his voice.
Athena and Mack took to the right side of the table while Artemis sauntered to the left. She plopped into a seat leaving an empty chair between her and Hera. Hera glowered at her before taking another sip of wine.
Mack held out a hand past Athena and offered it to Zeus. “Mack Bradshaw.”
Zeus stared at it for a long moment before he shook it. “Alastair Lynch. This is my wife, Elizabeth.”
“Dad,” Athena interrupted. “He knows who you both are. You don’t need to put up pretenses.”
Zeus snarled. “And why does he know that?”
“Because the demon he’s about to fight revealed it,” Athena replied as she fought the cringe building up inside her.