Page 19 of Pandora's Pain
“And just what’s that supposed to mean?” I squared off, trying to ignore the sensation of my nostrils flaring. It likely didn’t make a very good picture.
“That you’re… well, you, and I’m Kiki Riker.”
I waited, hoping she’d expand on why she mattered. Or for the gods’ insta-information to kick in. But no. Nothing. Nada. She wasn’t triggering anything, so I just looked at her blankly.
Instead of answering, she waved her hand behind her, towards a huge advertisement with her face on. This time, insta-information worked. Kiki Riker, whoever she was other than that, must have been the face of the designer whose boutique I was in.
A model. Basically. I couldn’t say I was impressed. When had it become the norm just to value women for their looks? Maybe men had started listening to their gods just a little too much.
“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” I’d had enough. Turning to leave, I was surprised when she grabbed my arm tightly.
I hissed and tugged my arm away sharply.
“Don’t touch me again.” Something bright flared behind my eyes but she must have seen something there as she let go of me and took a step back.
“Just watch it,” Kiki warned.
I glared at her once more before walking away. She’d shaken me a little. But I didn’t want to let it get to me too much. Hopefully, this was the last time I’d ever have to deal with her.
***
“Where have you been?” Alex demanded the moment I walked back through the door.
“Shopping.” I lifted my laden arms, hoping he got the message.
“Just how much did you spend?” He sighed and pushed a hand over his face and short hair.
“Do the gods’ credit cards have limits on them?” I threw back.
He shook his head. “Not the point…”
“Isn’t it? You want me to attract the world’s sins. These men are rich, cultured, and like the finer things in life.” At least they did if my insta-information was correct. Though the gods hadn’t thought to include a directory with it. Just facts. Apparently, letting me know who was who would have been a step too close to helpful.
“What’s your point?”
“I can’t do that unless I look the part. Hence, shopping.” I dumped my new purchases on the bed, noticing Alex hadn’t picked up yesterday’s clothes when he’d gotten dressed into new ones. If we were going to continue sharing, then he’d need to stop that habit. It’d drive me mad.
“You could have waited until I was awake.”
“Why? What’s the worst that could happen to me?” I asked, sorting through my clothes and taking off the tags.
“You could die?”
“That’s a very godlike answer. Has it ever crossed your mind that living forever isn’t most people’s goal?” It hadn’t been mine. Even before being locked in eternal torture. Though, that had certainly helped put an end to any wishes for immortality.
“Why wouldn’t anyone want that?” He seemed to genuinely believe in what he was saying, which was almost endearing. But at the same time, it only led to frustration for me.
“People get tired, Alex. Especially if they’re alone for a long time.” I came across as wistful. Wow. Less than three days back on Earth, and I was already realizing what I’d been missing. I’d thought my powers of denial were stronger.
Seemed I was wrong.
“Did you say something when you came in last night?”
I scowled, pissed he was changing the subject, but kind of understanding it. Unless they really annoyed Zeus, most gods lived forever. If he started questioning whether there was something missing in his life, he’d have a really long eternity.
Having been in his position myself, I knew it wasn’t a great concept.
“Yes, I told you I had another date.” I set aside the jeans and shirt I’d chosen for tonight and proceeded to put my other clothes away. I’d have to check if the hotel had a laundry service later. Otherwise, I’d need to shop again. Short of a bitchy model, it hadn’t been a bad experience at least.
