Page 19 of Guided by the Stars
With glasses and wine in hand, I turn, fumbling them between my fingers as Nora walks through the doorway,stopping me in my tracks. She’s not what I’m used to. The nymphs I know will stop at nothing to get your attention. They go to extremes to impress, and have no shame doing it. Nora, she seems to be the opposite. She’s standing in front of me in a pair of boxers that I know aren’t mine, looking like she just came out of the shower and threw on whatever she could find. There’s not a trace of makeup on her and her hair hangs loose past her tits. The wet strands pull my eyes towards her hard nipples, poking against what I know is my black shirt. She’s fucking stunning in the most natural way.
She stops mid stride, her fierce eyes narrowing on my body, taking in the twitch of my cock. Can’t exactly adjust while holding everything, and I wouldn’t either at this point. Her flushed face is worth it. It’s so innocent. I can’t help thrusting a little, causing that blush to grow bright red.
Surprising me, she walks towards me with a fake confidence, capturing her juicy lip between her teeth as she trails those pretty blue eyes up my body. She’s a nervous little thing, tense and shaking, but she still places her soft face inches from mine. I stare right at her, waiting to see what she will do.
With a lift of her brown brow she snatches the wine out of my hand and then glances down to my dick for a brief second. “Need some help there? Kind of looks like you’re having a hard time.”
Daemyn’s laugh whips her around and without a beat, she walks away, heading towards the chair he pulled out for her. The one opposite from mine.
Well fuck me. She’s got some fight in her.
We sit around the coffee table demolishing the wine in silence. I’ve tried to spark a conversation a few times, but it all falls silent. She’s avoided everything, gazing at her wine, deep in thought, while slowly dragging her finger around therim of her glass. Her other hand lays in a fist on the table and she taps her fingers together one by one. My bouncing knee is matching her rhythm. She needs to hurry. Daemyn and I still need to figure out what I’m supposed to report back to Zeus.
“So,” Daemyn speaks up. Thank fuck, someone is saying something.
He places his hand over Nora’s, leaning in as he starts, “Baby Girl, like I said, ask us anything you want, okay?” She gives him an affectionate smile. His ability to influence others with logic to calm them is pissing me off. I get comforting her, but fuck me, why is she opening her hand for his?
I run my hands through my hair as the agitation rises. Daemyn is getting too soft. Too close. “This is a fucked-up situation, and I already told you I will fix it. In the meantime, we’re stuck. So, if you want answers, ask your questions now. We don’t have all night. We have shit to take care of,” I add through tight lips.
Her eyes fly up, stabbing into mine as she clenches her teeth, “I’m thinking, asshole. It’s not every day I get dragged through misty shit into Olympus, where I’m told I’m in mortal danger and—” Something pops into her mind as panic strikes, draining the color from her face. “Shit! What about Bill and Jane?”
“Who?” we ask.
She looks between the two of us, hesitant to answer, but it’s only for a split second before she sighs, “My foster parents. Are they in danger because of me?”
“They’re not in danger. No one even knows they exist. Or cares. As for them, they won’t even be worried, time is slower in the Mortal World. We’ll get you back before they even realize you’re gone,” Daemyn is quick to answer, giving her a reassuring grin.
Her shoulders slouch as she releases the tension in them before she leans forward toward Daemyn’s mug.
“No!” we yell in unison, and it echoes through the kitchen. Nora’s mouth hangs open in shock, darting her eyes between the two of us. Daemyn jumps in, “This is ambrosia, it makes you immortal.”
Nora rubs her fingers against her temple, closing her tired eyes. “And what does that mean?”
“It’s what we drink to help us replenish energy, but for you it’s like a poison.” He shrugs, giving her hand a squeeze, trying to lighten the situation.
“Okay, so let’s start with the most logical question. I’ve heard all about your spying, your visions, and Zeus, but are you two ambrosia-drinking freaks like avenging gods or something?”
I uncross my arms and lean forward, looking at Daemyn before answering, “I’m a demigod living under Zeus’ rule and Daemyn is the god assigned to me.”
She scrunches her nose in an adorable way, turning to question Daemyn, “Wait, if you’re a god, why are you assigned to him? Isn’t a demigod like...less?”
I can see the tension building as Daemyn’s chest rises with each breath he takes. Him being a lower god assigned to a demigod is demeaning in many ways. He has the title, he just lacks the rank. In some eyes, I’m fortunate to be the son of Zeus. It awards me a greater strength and a higher status. It’s a division in our world that I refuse to accept in our friendship.
He flexes his neck from side to side as he bites back the bitterness in his voice, “I’m a guard with lower family connections, so when I was assigned to Alexius’ family, I swore my loyalty to him and Zeus.” Daemyn looks at me beforecontinuing, “His family gives him more control, but I would like to think we’ve become friends over the years.”
I lean over, putting my hand on his shoulder. We’ve been together for centuries, and he’s been the only concrete family I have had by my side. “We’re brothers, equal in every way,” I say, meaning every single word.
Nora isn’t touched by our heartfelt moment. Instead, she eyes me with caution, placing her hands underneath her legs and leaning back in her chair. Her mouth opens a few times, but she stops herself.
“Spit it out woman, what’s your question?”
Her brow creases, and she pulls her hand out, pointing her thumb towards Daemyn. “He said your family gives you more control. Who exactly is your family?”
“Zeus is my father and I’m under his and Hera’s rule,” I force out through clenched teeth. Although I anticipated this question, I hoped she’d miss the connection.
“You’re kidding me. Your dad is the one I’m in danger from. Like, the King of Gods? And you’re like, what? The prince in line to his throne?” she spits out, her beautiful face flaming with rage.
I’ve long ago given up on the illusion of hiding who Zeus is to me. Yet the accusation of her words light my veins on fire and I slam my hands on the table, pushing myself out of the chair. A growl escapes, and she flinches in response as I walk past her towards the sink, aiming my rage out the window and up into the sky.
