Styxx (DH #33) (53 page)

“How can you be a war hero against Atlantis? What? Did they send only their young daughters out to fight you? I swear, I’ve seen peasants fighting in the street who showed more energy and vigor than you do.

“If you’re going to hit like a woman, we should put a peplos on you. At least then, your pretty face and body might stop them from killing you.… Or perhaps we should have you join the Sacred Band of Boeotia and have them assign you a boyfriend who’ll be willing to protect your effeminate ass in battle.

“I’m embarrassed I sent you to war after seeing this pathetic display. I should have your armor dismantled or given over to someone who actually knows how to use it and not cause it shame!”

His complaints had been so fierce and foul, Galen had finally gone over to remind his father that barely three weeks ago Styxx had almost died, and that he’d only been out of his bed for a handful of days. The purpose of the exercise was to keep him from losing flexibility and rebuild his damaged muscles. Not prepare for war.

Only then had his father stopped insulting him and allowed them to train in peace.

Styxx frowned as he watched Ryssa screaming. He couldn’t hear their rapid-fire conversation, but given the angry way she gestured toward him, he was sure it was about him and Acheron.

Galen lowered his sword as he realized Styxx was distracted. “For once, I’m glad I’m not king.”

Styxx laughed. “You’ve no idea. I’ve been on the receiving end of her tongue-lashings enough to know it’s highly unpleasant. I think he’s the one who could use armor.”

“Are you the cause of her vexation?”

“Who knows. Could be the wrong material was delivered to her for a dress.”

Galen chuckled then jerked his chin back toward them. “Your father must have placated her. She seems pleased enough now.”

“It won’t last. It never does.” He took the wineskin from Galen’s hand and slaked his thirst.

“Styxx!”

He winced at his father’s bellow. What had the bitch blamed him for now? Returning the wineskin to Galen, he headed over.

“Father?”

“Take my advice … should you ever have a daughter, marry her off the day she’s born.”

“I take it Ryssa’s visit wasn’t pleasant.”

“The bastard’s being freed and moved to his own room. Just thought you’d want to know.”

The bastard. Acheron. Every time his father referred to his brother like that, it was a slap in his face, too, and betrayed what his father truly thought of them both.

Styxx was glad that Ryssa had succeeded where he’d failed, but he knew better than to let his father know his real thoughts.

“I don’t see how that affects me.”

“It shouldn’t, but I wanted you to know about it.” And with that, his father left him.

At least his brother would finally have his place again in their home. There was a time when he would have rejoiced over that news.

Now …

All Styxx felt was sadness. Not because Acheron would have his own room, but because he no longer had a brother. He just had another person in the palace who wished him dead and burned.

No, he thought bitterly. Acheron wished him raped first.

December 5, 9529 BC

Bethany smiled at the sensation of Hector curled against her back as he slept with his arms wrapped around her body. Her head rested on his hard biceps, while his face was buried so deep in her hair that she could feel his breath against her neck. He’d made love to her for so many hours that she still wasn’t sure if she’d be able to move later.

Not that she ever wanted to leave this bed, or him again.

In all her life, nothing had made her happier than her mortal. And while the war with the Greeks had ended before they’d been able to spear Prince Styxx’s head to the wall, she honestly didn’t mind. She wouldn’t take anything, even the prince’s throat, in exchange for the last few months of having Hector with her in peace.

Nothing compared to these lazy afternoons of being cocooned by his long, hard body. Of tasting his lips that drove away all thoughts except how much she adored him. How much she wanted to have his child.…

Don’t go there.

She couldn’t help it. The more she was with Hector, the more she wanted to have him permanently in her life. Worse, she’d even started dreaming of a future with just the three of them as a family.

How stupid was that? She was a goddess, not some farmer’s daughter.

And still those dreams tortured her.

Dynatos started whining and scratching at the door. He’d been so quiet for the last few hours that she’d forgotten he was in the room with them.

The instant she moved to tend him, Hector came awake with a start.

“Beth?” He breathed her name like a beloved prayer.

“Dyna wants out.”

He made a disagreeable noise in her hair before he pulled back. “I’ll put him outside. You stay in the bed where it’s warm.”

She smiled at his consideration. “You sure?”

He grumbled under his breath as he rolled away from her. “Yes.”

Laughing at his subdued irritation, she pulled the covers up higher. “You don’t sound it.”

“Keep my place warm and I promise I won’t murder your dog for disturbing us.”

She listened as he let the dog out then stoked the fire before he returned to bed. He piled the pillows up and reclined against them. “I’m sorry I fell asleep. I hate to squander even one heartbeat of my precious time with you.”

She draped herself over his chest so that she could rub her hand against the sharp ridges of his abdomen. The scent of his skin made her crave him inside her again as she dipped her hand lower to stroke him. “I don’t mind.” Honestly, she adored the fact that he trusted her so completely. She knew how rarely he slept.

He brushed his hand through her hair as he sighed contentedly. “It’s late. Well past dark … can you stay the night with me?”

Bethany hesitated. They rarely spent nights together. Although here lately, they’d done so a lot more often as their days were so much shorter.

Still, she was supposed to be searching for Apostolos. “How late?”

“I’m not sure, but the moon was rather high.”

“Will you not be in trouble with you father?”

He didn’t hesitate with his answer. “I would brave a thousand angry fathers for more time with you, my Beth.”

“Then I shall stay.”

Styxx smiled in relief. He never liked for her to travel late on her own. Not even with Dynatos as her guardian. He didn’t trust the world to leave his Beth unharmed.

Fingering her cheek, he savored the sensation of her breath falling against his skin. This was what he’d craved most while he’d been at war. What he’d tried his best to hold onto. Not just the ability to make love to her, but the closeness he felt whenever her limbs were tangled with his. The feeling that they, together, formed a single, whole heart. It was the emotional intimacy that meant as much, if not more, than the physical. The fact that he could talk to her about anything and not have her judge him.

That she, alone, loved him and welcomed him to her life.

She pulled back from him and unhooked the necklace her father had given to her.

“What are you doing?”

She coiled it around his wrist again. “I want you to wear this.”

“Beth—”

She stopped his protest with a kiss. “I have a bad feeling, Hector. And I don’t know why. I have Dynatos to protect me. I don’t want to leave you with nothing. So, please … Take it. Let it protect you when I’m not around.”

“Only to make you happy, my lady, and because it reminds me of you when you’re not with me.” Not to mention, he couldn’t count how many times he’d started to stroke it out of habit, and had felt crushed that it was gone. During his time at war, it’d been the only thing that had comforted him. No matter how bad things had been, he’d look at her necklace and feel better instantly. It’d been in his life so long that it had become a part of him.

Like her.

She smiled. “I do love you.”

“And I, you.” He kissed her gently and inhaled the sweet scent of her skin. “Marry me, Beth,” he breathed before he could stop himself.

She pulled back with a sharp frown. “Hector—”

“I won’t stifle you. I swear it. But I need you, Bethany. When you’re not with me, I exist as a shade. A mere shadow of a human.”

“You know I can’t, Hector.”

Styxx ground his teeth. Like her, he had a bad feeling he couldn’t shake, and it wasn’t just because his sister was about to be tied to a god who refused to leave him in peace. It was a sense that Bethany wouldn’t be with him much longer. That something was going to divide them.

He just didn’t know what.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” he whispered. She’d told him earlier that she’d be traveling with her father for the next few weeks. “I shall miss you terribly.”

“Not nearly as much as I’ll miss you. But I will be back as soon as I can.”

Styxx sighed as she dropped her hand to cup him gently in her palm. As bad as he hated whenever he had to leave her, it was so much more painful for her to leave him. At least, when he left, he knew he’d be back, no matter what.

With her …

He could only hope that she’d return. “I will count the heartbeats until I see you again.”

“And I will make your count as brief as possible. I promise.”

Closing his eyes, he savored her fingers stroking him as much as he did those precious words. At least he had her tonight. He wouldn’t think about the morrow. It would come.

His only hope was that it would treat him much better than the past had.

And that Bethany kept her promise to return to him.

December 9, 9529 BC

Styxx stood to his father’s right-hand side as they waited for another royal entourage that had been sighted heading for the palace. Just what Styxx had been dying for, more witnesses to Ryssa’s desecration in two days.

During the last week dignitaries had been arriving from all over Greece, and as prince, Styxx was expected to meet every one. And he looked forward to these wonderful moments as much as he did Apollo’s midnight visits to his bed.

Meanwhile, his father’s private words and insults rang in his ears, making these moments all the “sweeter.” The more his father saw Acheron, the more he detested Styxx. And there was nothing he could do nowadays to placate the man. His father was absolutely determined to hate him.

Truthfully, he no longer cared. He merely treated these days as he’d done the endless months of war. He buried his emotions deep and just got through them as mechanically as possible, on the promise that he’d soon be with Bethany, and she would be able to erase the misery and replace it with emotions worth feeling.

But as Styxx saw the banners of their latest guests, he couldn’t help feeling a little better.

King Kreon of Halicarnassus. Styxx hadn’t seen him since he’d fought to repel the Atlanteans from Kreon’s kingdom. The man had been kind to him and his soldiers, and he’d appreciated it.

As soon as the retinue stopped, the king of Halicarnassus and his court left their chariots and walked up the palace steps.

Kreon gave a curt nod to his father then turned to Styxx and smiled wide before he pulled him into a fatherly embrace. “It’s so good to see you again, Highness. And I swear by Zeus, I think you’ve grown even taller. You’re looking very fit, indeed.”

Styxx smiled. “And you, Majesty. You had a safe journey, I trust?”

“Could have been better. Could have been worse. Remind me in a bit, I have brought gifts for you, young prince.”

Styxx glanced to his father who wasn’t pleased in the least. “I appreciate it, Sire. Thank you.”

Kreon clapped him on the back. Then he turned toward his father. “Your son is the only thing of yours I envy, Xerxes. I hope to the gods you appreciate the gift you’ve been given.”

You don’t have to live with the little prick and his mouth. Or put up with his lazy sullenness.

Styxx stiffened at his father’s silent insults.

As the kings ascended the stairs, he followed them in, but hung back. The palace was far too crowded now. The voices were more than he could bear and he had no way to blot them out.

Intent on his room, he didn’t pay attention to anyone until he ran into his sister.

Literally.

Ryssa glared her hatred.
You did that on purpose, didn’t you, you giant oaf!

Styxx grimaced at the pain her angry thoughts added to his pounding head. “It was an accident, sweet sister. Forgive me.”

“Acheron’s right. You are an asshole.”

He sighed. “It does my heart good to know the fond discussions my siblings hold of me in my absence.”

“You think this is funny, don’t you?”

“There are very few things in life I find amusing, Ryssa. And I can assure you, none of the few have anything to do with my family.”

She raked him with a lethal sneer. “You should be afraid, Styxx.”

Oh, this had to be good. “Of?”

“If I please Apollo, I will have much more power than you do. And since he’s the god of plagues, I could make your life miserable. I will have the ability to hurt you in places you won’t forget.”

Styxx laughed bitterly at her empty threat. He should be so lucky, but Apollo wasn’t about to break his current toy. The gods knew, Styxx had been trying to repel the god for months now.

But that wasn’t what really bothered him about her words. It was Ryssa’s blind stupidity that offended him most. “Dearest sister, you’ve held that power over me all my life and have never once hesitated to use it.”

December 11, 9529 BC

His stomach churning, Styxx left Apollo’s temple while his sister was being offered to the god. In spite of what Ryssa thought, he couldn’t bear to see it. Not that the bitch didn’t deserve this fate and more.

But what truly sickened him were the smirks and amused glances Apollo kept passing to him during the ceremony. The god thought it was funny that everyone made such a big deal of tying Ryssa to him when it wasn’t the princess the Olympian really craved.

Styxx flinched as he saw Apollo in his mind, grabbing him right before it’d started and shoving him back against the temple wall in the secluded private area.