48. Aphrodite
48
APHRODITE
W hen Aphrodite walks into Circe’s lair, she is fuming and ready for blood. How dare that witch not tell her this would be the outcome? How could she not put a stop to it?
When Aphrodite lays eyes on Circe, she snaps. “You absolutely fucking bitch! You knew and you didn’t warn me!”
A large paw strongly swipes at Aphrodite, sending the goddess hurtling to the floor.
“Good girl,” Circe says hoarsely to her lioness, walking over and stroking behind her ears as the massive cat purrs.
Aphrodite’s eyes shoot daggers at the witch. “You knew .”
“I did not.” Circe puts her hands up innocently. “Truly. But even if I had, that does not mean the Fates would have allowed me to tell you. If you think you are the one steering this chariot, you’re as delusional as the gods we now need to unseat.”
“So you want to fight the Pantheon, too?” Aphrodite challenges.
“Of course I do,” Circe says through gritted teeth. “You are not the only one who has suffered loss at their callous hands.”
Aphrodite runs a hand through her pale blonde hair. “We need to figure out which other gods are on our side already, and who we think will join. Another important question—do we trust the rebels?”
Circe nods. “Most of them, yes. But they have a few more rats to root out before we can rely on them.”
Raising an eyebrow, Aphrodite asks, “What do you know?”
“So much more than anyone on this Fates forsaken rock realizes.”