I glared up at their helmets. I wasn’t a fan of people hiding their faces.
“What is your helmet made of?” I asked the largest guard before Zak opened his mouth.
The sky demigod gave me a look.
I didn’t play by the rules, even with my mates. They should have known that by now rather than keep negotiating with me.
The giant guard blinked through the slit of his visor.
Strangely, none of the guards appeared aggressive toward us, other than raising their swords to a guard position. They hadn’t thrust their weapons at us or yelled rudely for us to halt and announce our names and titles—routine shit like that. This was a nice change since everywhere we went, except for the Half-Earth ruled by my demigods, beings usually rushed to lunge at me and battles often initiated without exchanging words.
“Do you understand English here? Or maybe some limited French?” I could throw a few French words at them, though I doubted “bonne nuit” would be very useful.
“Let me speak to them in the Olympian tongue—” Zak said to me.
But before he could try, the fancy golden gate opened from the middle, revealing a party of almost naked females who wore only arm guards, mini fur skirts, and short boots. The women strolled toward us. They didn’t seem armed, but they could hide their weapons anywhere.
I was an expert at that, so I eyed them suspiciously.
The lead chick was taller and more beautiful than the rest. Her breasts were so large they bounced as she swayed her hips.
“Stop right there,” I called. I didn’t want those nearly naked bimbos to get any closer to my mates. “Are you Amazon women?”
“Amazon women are warriors from Earth,” the giant guard answered in perfect English. “They aren’t.”
I blinked at him.
“We can speak any dialect in any universe,” the guard offered.
“They have the implant,” Zak said.
I made a mental note to acquire one after I collected Paxton and Axel and left behind this place swarmed with naked women.
I stole a look at Héctor, then at Zak, to check where their gazes landed. They glanced at the females with no interest whatsoever. I secretly found it satisfactory and flattering that my mates’ eyes were always icy cold, nearly brutal, when they weren’t gazing at me.
Their sweeping gazes snagged on the armored guards. They obviously didn’t consider the women a threat. They had no idea. But then, they had me.
I’d make sure the “sisters” weren’t up to something.
Even so, a small part of me still felt insecure.
“Do you think those chicks are beautiful?” I asked my mates in a whisper.
Paxton and Axel were devious, but Zak would always speak his mind. He was the most guileless among my mates. As for my Héctor, he wasn’t even interested in telling the males from the females. He still confused Nat with Yelena, to Nat’s great dismay. I bit my lip. I missed my friends.
“No one is as beautiful as you, Rosebud,” Zak said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, scrutinizing my mates critically.
“Very sure,” Zak said. “Other women’s looks and nakedness do nothing for me. You don’t need to feel jealous, my lovely, unique Rosebud. In Olympus, we regard nudity as part of nature. The goddesses walked around naked in the court all the time and I was never tempted.”
I knew so little about his past.
Héctor smirked. “I like my Lamb getting all jealous and showing tiny fangs.” He grabbed me to his side and gave me a kiss, though his attention stayed on the guards.
“Whatever,” I said. “I just don’t like places with so many nudists milling around and advertising.”
“I don’t blame you,” Zak said. “I don’t want to see any male swinging his dick around when you’re present.”