Page 57 of Pandora's Pain
When I saw him in the same imprisonment I‘d lived, I suddenly felt a connection between us. Were we all just prisoners of the gods?
My fingers trembled lightly, and his palms pushed against my knuckles until his big hands covered mine.
I’d never had an ally before. I certainly had never had a friend.Was that what Alex was? Was he my friend?
The way his lips felt against mine skimmed through my mind. That hadn’t seemed friendly.
Is this really what you’re thinking about right now?
His tone was a rumbling but amused sound.
A smirk tilted my lips and for once, he looked like he wanted to smile as well.
I was tired. I was tired of feeling like a plaything to the gods.
Will you help me? Will you help me save them as well as myself?
The god who I hated so much that first day leaned in a little closer. He pushed so close there wasn’t any space left between us. I arched into his touch as my heart pounded louder in my ears.
If I had one ally in all of this, I knew I’d have a fighting chance. I had a real chance at a real life.
It all came down to what Alexius said next.
“Never trust a god, Pandora. They care for themselves much more than they’ll ever care for you.” He held my gaze as he spoke intently. He spoke as if there was an audience watching us closely.
Dread sank through me.
Until his words whispered quietly through my mind.
But for some fucking reason all I care about is you. I’ll destroy that fucking box if it’s the last thing I do.
Hope sparked in my veins. It was alive and breeding. Because if anyone could destroy Pandora’s box, it would be the god of misery.
The End
