A flow of the ancient Olympian tongue used only by the royal gods—the Titans and the Original gods—poured out of Ares’s mouth. As the son of Zeus and his queen, Ares had also picked up the first gods’ language.
I nearly laughed at his accent. The God of War wasn’t fluent in the ancient godly tongue. With the help of my genetic memory, I could speak the language way better than him.
He was talking shit, “Lie there all you want, woman. Soon I’ll make you my whore, and you’ll beg and scream so hard....”
I didn’t stir.
He wasn’t going to win. And I’d make sure his every test and effort would fail.
CHAPTER 5
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Ididn’t know how longhad passed, but I no longer fed off the rush of adrenaline.
I didn’t feel Ares’s presence, so he wasn’t in the room anymore. I remained still, curled on the cold ground, and kept my breathing even. I finally had a small break, and I had no desire to summon him back.
Hunger gnawed at me, and thirst parched my throat.
I needed to feed.
Food and drink wouldn’t sustain me anymore. I needed to feed on my demigods by mating with them to keep this freakish body running properly.
I hadn’t overcome the shame of what I’d become, but the demigods were more than eager to feed this monster of theirs.
In my starvation, my skin started to shimmer until I became transparent.
Ares suddenly appeared inside the cell with me, staring down at me incredulously.
“What the fuck is happening?” he demanded. “I locked you with a spell! You shouldn’t be able to teleport.”
Moron!
But I didn’t bother to tell him that I was fading. I was supposed to feed after the party and mate with both Héctor and Axel. I’d been looking forward to it until Loki ruined my night.
So here I was.
Ares’s hand went through me, but a heartbeat later, I became solid again, and he grabbed a handful of my hair.
“You must return me to—” I didn’t finish my words as I trailed off in my shimmering form, then I was back to solidity once again.
Maybe I’d just let myself fade off completely to escape him and this prison, but what if I never regained my shape again? What if when my demigods came, they couldn’t piece me together?