Chapter 29 Opening Ceremonies & Gore
OPENING CEREMONIES Athena’s eyes widened; Zeus stared across the altar at her like he was possessed; Hera’s face twisted with malice.
With every eye on her, Aphrodite slowly spun in a circle. Long lashes fluttered and her electric green eyes practically glowed. She pulled one silk sash of her toga off her shoulder; it slipped across her arm.
Somehow, the silence got quieter.
Another silk sash was removed.
The top of her toga fluttered down, exposing dark unblemished skin and a dozen sparkling diamond necklaces, nestled between the most impressive cleavage I’d ever seen.
I blinked, and Aphrodite was covered, the sashes of her toga once again concealing her chest.
She blew a kiss to the crowd—there was a commotion in the stands as men and women, creatures and Spartans, passed out.
“Um.” Zeus coughed, looking extremely flustered. “No defeats … I mean zero … uh, revelations.”
Hera scowled at Aphrodite, as she glared at Zeus and glided back toward our line, her hips sashaying beneath silk.
All eight Olympian leaders watched her hungrily.
“Now that is a woman,” Nyx sighed dreamily. “Are you sure you went through puberty?”
“Everyone is beautiful in their own way,” I mumbled under my breath.
Nyx’s scales slid smoothly against my skin as she slithered around my arm. “Whatever you need to tell yourself to sleep at night.”
I huffed.
Nyx sighed. “Ugly people can be so sensitive.”
Everyone is beautiful in their own way, I repeated to myself.
Zeus raised his hands again and announced, “The younger, weaker Chthonic contestants will now reveal their scar status and be assigned their number of labors.” He said weaker like he was making a threat.
“Agatha!” Fate announced.
Agatha stood tall, hands clasped together behind her back, as she walked up to the altar like she was walking toward the gallows.