She gestured to the nearest cluster of sofas. Now come, my friends! Let’s sit and talk!”
The goddess curtsied, swirling her net skirts. Whenever my sister wanted to design some elaborate contraption-something twisted and dangerous-she always turned to you.” “I should’ve realized the Waystation was your idea. “Nero called this place the House of Nets,” I said. The best I could do was push up on the balls of my feet. Alas, now I could not change my height at will. Whenever I was faced with Britomartis, I made myself just a bit taller than she. “Why, Apollo, you made a correct deduction! How did you manage it?” The goddess gave me that coquettish smile I hated so much-the one that made me feel as if hot nectar were bubbling in my stomach. I grabbed his breath mints before Britomartis could transform them into nitroglycerin. “Anyway”-he faced Britomartis-“where do you get off ordering Jo and Emmie around like this is your house?” “Although he is short and scruffy.”Ī puff of smoke rose from Leo’s collar. “And he’s not my rescuer,” Calypso added. “I’ve blown up way more powerful goddesses than you before.” “Hey, lady.” Leo shook his tin of breath mints. “This is your rescuer, eh? A bit short and scruffy for a knight in shining armor.” That must have gotten terribly old.” She turned to Leo. Waiting for whatever man might wash up on your shores to break your heart and leave you alone again. You must be minor.”īritomartis smiled thinly. Then they retreated through a doorway at the back of the hall.Ĭalypso sized up the net goddess. Our hosts glanced at each other, probably wondering which of them would have to clean up the bodies after Britomartis was through with us. Hemithea, Josephine…give us the room, please.” “Well, I had to see if he would step in my trap. The Lady insisted on getting your attention this way.” “I am no minion.”īehind us, Josephine coughed. “Does that include basketball and the Internet?” Instead he produced a tin of breath mints.
Leo reached into his tool belt, perhaps searching for a weapon. I was reassured to see that despite their recent spat, they could still unite on important matters like my welfare. Fortunately, Leo and Calypso rushed to my aid. The net broke and spilled me to the floor, thankfully with my anatomy intact. I had no time to protest that I couldn’t exactly hold still while suspended in a swaying net. “Apollo, if you value your anatomy, hold still.” BRITOMARTIS JUMPED from the ledge and landed in a kneeling position, her skirts spread around her in a pool of netting.
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