He wondered if, when she had been a free woman, Nike had ever been summoned to this room, albeit to meet with Zeus, her king. And if she had, had it been for a reward or a punishment?
Stop thinking about her. Concentrate on Cronus. Hes wily, that one. The god king was not the same man hed been before his incarceration. The thousands of years inside Tartarus had changed him; he was harder, harsher. Utterly unforgiving. Any weakness, he pounced upon.
Nowadays, Cronus refused to stay in the heavens without an army to shield him. But then, a man at war with his own wife couldnt be too careful. Especially when that wife was a queen with powerful abilities and allies of her own. A wife who-
Dizziness spun through Atlass head, fragmenting his thoughts, and he frowned. Frowned but didnt stop until he reached the end of the fleece. He kept his attention, foggy as it was, fixed on Cronus.
The king was seated atop a throne of solid gold. Dark strands were threaded through his silver hair, and his beard had thinned since the last time Atlas had seen him. Some of the age lines had even disappeared from his weathered features. He wore a long white robe, much like the prisoners of Tartarus. Why? Hed often wondered.
Only two explanations made any sense. Hed worn the garment for centuries and now felt most comfortable in it. Or he did not want to forget what hed once been-and could be again if he werent careful. Atlas had been more than happy to shed his own robe. Would Nike do the same, if ever she gained her freedom? Not that she would.
Youre thinking about her again.
A woman stood beside the throne. She possessed one of the plainest faces Atlas had ever seen, and had pale, freckled skin. She was reed thin, with dark, curling hair and delicate shoulders. Power did not hum from her. Rather, she seemedinsubstantial. Ethereal, as he imagined a ghost might look. There, but see-through. There, but wavering. Her eyes were shadowy, vacant, as if no one was home.
When she reached up and brushed a lock of hair from her brow, he could only gape. The elegance of the movement was awe inspiring. More graceful than a dancer, more delicate than a butterfly wing. Someone was indeed home, she just didnt care about what was happening around her.
Atlas pulled his attention from the female and studied the chamber. There were thousands of chandeliers overhead, each dripping with glistening teardrops. Multihued glitter sparkled in the air. Odd, he thought, head tilting to the side for a better view. That air was even sweetly scented withHe inhaled deeply. Ambrosia. Ah. Now he understood the dizziness and the glitter. Dried ambrosia was being pumped through the room. To keep him docile?
Atlas, god of Strength, Cronus said with a nod of greeting, drawing him from his musings.
Atlas bowed, as was proper. My king. Its an honor to have this audience with you.
Cronus leaned forward, silver eyes bright with anxiety. All is well in Tartarus, yes?
Most assuredly.
Relief instantly replaced the anxiety. Why, then, did you request this meeting?
There was no one who hated the Greeks more than this man, this Titan sovereign, and with very good reason. Theyd stripped him of his power, humiliated him in front of his people. Even Nike had been a participant.
Just tell him. Get this over with. I want to remove a woman from the prison and set her up-
Stop. Stop there. Scowling, Cronus raised a hand. There will be no removing anyone from Tartarus. It is too dangerous.
Hed expected that answer. However, he persevered. Perhaps the reward is worth the danger. I would keep her locked inside my home, Majesty. I would never remove her collar- well, except to whisk her to his home, for she couldnt be flashed out of Tartarus with it on, but he would recollar her the moment they reached their destination -and she would be my personal slave. I would ensure her misery. His first lie of the day, but probably not his last. He only wanted to give Nike pleasure.
Had he forgiven her for what shed done to him? He wasnt sure. All he knew was that he no longer wanted to kill her when he thought about it. He would tire of her eventually, and he looked forward to the day. Until then, this was his only recourse.
The king ran his tongue over his teeth. Of which her do you speak?
Nike. Greek goddess of Strength. He did not allow a single bit of affection to lace his tone.
The kings eyes widened. The one who Now those eyes dropped to Atlass chest, where his shirt covered his tattoos.
Yes. The very one. Hear my anger, only my anger. Except, what shed done no longer angered him. The marks were as much a part of him now as his were a part of her.
Interesting. Cronus leaned back in the throne, the picture of contemplation. Do you not think she is being made to suffer enough inside Tartarus?
Time for his second lie. No. I do not. In truth, as dejected as shed sounded at their last meeting, the goddess was suffering. And he didnt like it.
And what will you do to increase her suffering?
Much as she hates me- desires me, he added inside his head, so that he wouldnt reveal the depths of irritation thoughts of her possible loathing elicited -she will take particular displeasure in cleaning my home, preparing my food and warming my bed.
The king smiled up at the ghostly girl. What youd like to do to your Paris, eh, my Sienna? Make him your slave.
Her expression never changed. She offered no response, either.
Paris who? Atlas wondered, and then shrugged. He didnt care. Nike was his only concern at the moment.
My king? Atlas prompted. I lack only your permission to begin Nikes torment. My determination is unparalleled.
Cronus faced him once again, his smile falling away. A minute passed in silence, then another. Then the king sighed. Im afraid my answer has to be no. While I like the thought of Nikes anguish intensified at your hands, Im unwilling to risk the removal of her collar, even for the few seconds required to flash her. She is Strength, and were she to somehow escape you and free her brethren, another heavenly war would erupt. I cannot afford to have my attention divided now. Well, not any more than it already is. I find I spend most of my time observing the Lords of the Underworld.
The Lords of the Underworld? Who were they? Didnt matter, really. As hed spoken, Atlass own sense of dejection had bloomed. He wanted to stalk up that dais, grab the king and shake him. How dare his request be denied? How dare his desires be discarded? Instead, he said, Very well, my king. I thank you for your time, and pivoted on his heel. He strode from the chamber before he did something foolish, as he had done with Nike in his office. Only, his goal would not be climaxing.
Hed already decided that nothing would keep him from claiming Nike. Now he realized that not even this would do so. The kings will be damned. He would have his woman, just as he wanted.
Chapter 7
Come with me.
Nikes heart raced at the sound of that deep voice. Hesitant, she rolled over on her cot. Sure enough. Her skin tingled when her gaze found Atlas. Gorgeous as ever, he stood at the bars-bars that were now open. His hand was extended, and he was waving her over. There was fury in his too-tight expression.
What had she done this time?
Shed tried to ignore him. Shed tried to pretend that she felt nothing for him. Anything to stop the madness. But gods, she couldnt stop thinking about their kiss. She couldnt stop wishing shed allowed him to take her all the way. That shed have experienced everything before being taken back to nothing.
So what if he would have tired of her afterward? So what if he would have been smug about her capitulation? So what if he found someone else and paraded her before Nike? For a few blessed hours-who was she kidding? for a few blessed minutes, because it wasnt as if either one of them would last beyond that, she would have known the joy of being with him again. Of simply feeling, giving, taking, sharingloving.
Have all the rest, common sense piped up, but deny the love.
That would be my pleasure. But I have to get him to offer me the rest first.
Come, he repeated.
What did he have planned?
Slowly she sat up. Her hair was in desperate need of a brush, and gods, the rest of her needed a shower. How long since shed had one? Prisoners were given a bowl of water each day and that was it.
Why?
A muscle ticked in his jaw. Do you want to spend a few hours outside the prison or not?
Wait. What? Leave Tartarus? She was on her feet before her brain could process what she was doing. Her knees almost buckled, shed spent so much time prone, bored, but she managed to stay upright. She even reached out and twined their fingers together. The heat of his skin should not have shocked her, but it did. The calluses should not have ignited a fire in her blood, but they did.
Youre taking me outside?
Yes. But do not say a word when we reach the guards station. Understand?
Yes. This could be a trick. A trick to build up her hopes only to dash them cruelly, but she didnt care. If there was a chance, slight though it was, that he would actually stay true to his word, she would do anything he asked.
Without a word, he led her from the cell and down the hall. Other prisoners spotted her and gasped. Some began to murmur amongst themselves, gossiping as theyd once enjoyed doing in the heavens. Some gripped their bars and simply watched her through wistful eyes.
Erebos even shouted, Hey, where are you going with her now?
Atlas ignored him, and Nike followed suit. A sense of urgency pounded through her. If Atlas did this, took her outside, even for a few hoursWhy would he do such a thing?
Did you get permission for this? she asked. And were not at the guards station yet, so its okay that Im talking.
No. I didnt get permission. His words were curt, clearly meant to end the conversation.
As if shed ever done what was expected of her. Then why are you-
Just be quiet.
Or what?
Or Ill shut you up my favorite way.
Her mouth fell open. Did he mean hed shut her up with a kiss? Or by pushing a button on her collar and shooting painful lances through her brain? It was fifty-fifty, she thought. His proclamation had the desired results, however. She was too busy pondering his meaning to talk.
In the guards station, two Titans were laughingly making bets about the prisoners. They looked up at Atlas and nodded politely in greeting-only to freeze when they spotted her. As promised, she remained quiet.
She try to escape? one demanded, obviously ready to beat her for doing so.
No. But Im taking her out for a bit, Atlas replied.
Why? the other gasped out. Theres nothing out there.
I plan to taunt her with what she cannot have.
The very words shed once offered Aergia, the goddess of laziness. Hed remembered.
Still the guard persisted. Has this been cleared with-
Im in charge of this prison and the people inside it. Now shut up and do your job. With that, Atlas ushered her out of the building and into the daylight. No one else tried to stop him.
As the first ray hit her skin, she jerked free of his hold and stopped, simply basking in the moment. Clouds. Sun. She closed her eyes, head thrown back, arms splayed. The warmth, followed by a cooling breezethe brightness-her skin soaked them up greedily. Oh, how shed missed them. She would have loved to have seen temples and golden streets and people, as well, but she would take what she could get without complaint.
Strong arms suddenly banded around her. Youre beautiful, Atlas whispered, his nose nuzzling her ear, practically purring. Do you know that?
I know what I look like. Her lashes fluttered open. Her heart was hammering against her ribs, and she couldnt have stopped herself from flattening her hands on his chest to save her life. His own heart was racing, she realized with astonishment. Was hecould he be as affected by her as she was by him? The clouds enveloped him, creating a dream haze. And beautiful is not a word that describes me.
His head lifted, and he gazed down at her. Tenderness softened his expression, and she thought hed never been more appealing. Then you dont see yourself as I do.
How did he see her? As much as he hated her-but did he hate her still? How could he, when hed just escorted her to paradise? she would have guessed he pictured her with horns, fangs and a tail.
She cleared her throat, too afraid to ask. Why did you do this for me? A much easier question, with an answer that probably wouldnt destroy what little was left of her feminine pride.
I have my reasons, was all he said. Now, as much as Id love to stay in this exact spot with you, we only have a short amount of time. Do you want to spend it here or eating the food Ive prepared, as well as bathing? I know those are the two things I missed most during my tenure here.
Eateating. Bathing. Was this really happening? Or was she merely dreaming about him again? Nothing else explained this change in him, in her situation.
He kissed the tip of her nose. Then food and a bath you shall have. Come. Since I cant flash you outside of this realm, and there are no homes, inns or shops here, Ive set up camp a mile north, out of view of the prison.
Dreaming, surely. Perhaps a trick, as shed first supposed. But she allowed him to lead her through the clouds without protest.
Chapter 8
By the time they reached the camp hed set up, Atlas was hard and aching. Nike had been pressed against his side the entire mile, her female scent in his nose, her heat radiating into his body.
When she spied the tent hed erected, she gasped. Wide brown eyes flicked up to him with wonder before she raced forward, not slowing as she barreled through the front flap. He heard another gasp.