Page 1 of Where A Goddess Belongs

Chapter One

“Three freaking months since I was kidnapped, and I haven’t had a decent drink or gotten laid the entire time. I deserve a damn medal.”

Sitting on her bed in her room in a tiny cabin surrounded by a forest, Kari Vitelli, otherwise known as Akhuvitr, Etruscan Goddess of Healing, heaved a sigh and pouted.

She hadn’t spoken loud enough to attract the attention of her two totally hot captors...who’d been perfect gentlemen for the past three months. And that was totally not cool.

Was she ugly? No, she was not. Not even by this century’s wacked-out standards.

She didn’t even need a mirror to tell her that. Not that her captors had allowed her to have one. She understood. She supposed if she was industrious enough, she could break it and use it as a weapon.

But that would mean she’d have to be willing to injure her two gorgeous bodyguards. And she certainly wasn’t willing to do that. They were way too yummy to harm. And other than not allowing her to leave this little bungalow in the woods, they’d done nothing to hurt her.

Truth be told, when she wanted to leave, she would. No one would be able to stop her.

Well, no one who didn’t want to hurt her. And she really didn’t think they did.

She wasn’t sure she could outrun her captors on one of their outdoor walks. And she hadn’t wanted to test the locking spells on the doors and windows to see if she could break them. Didn’t want to alert anyone who might be watching through the tiny cameras scattered throughout the house that she retained a pretty decent dose of her powers.

As the Goddess of Healing, Kari’s powers were... Well, they weren’t exactly made for blunt force, which she’d need if she wanted to leave this building on her own.

Her powers were more persuasive. Much more subtle. And devastating if used in the right way. Or the wrong way, depending on your point of view.

She didn’t want to use that power on her guards.

“Is it too much to ask for them to look at me and want me? Seriously, I’m not heinous.”

She’d never had trouble enticing men into her bed, not in all the centuries she’d been alive. Her dark hair waved down her back to generous hips and a pretty decent ass. Her eyes were big and brown, her lips full and her nose adorable. And her tits were pretty damn near fantastic.

She had all the assets needed to be worshipped. Which she had been. For a millennium.

Lately?

Not so much.

Turning from the window with another sigh, she contemplated heading out of the bedroom and into the living room where her guards were either playing cards, watching TV or reading. She loved seeing big, brawny guys with books in their hands. Made her a little less skeptical about the direction the human race was heading.

Just a little.

Then again, Den and Jacoby weren’t exactly normal humans, were they?

No, they were not. But just because they were aligned with the Malandante didn’t mean they were all bad.

Did it?

They hadn’t asked to be born into the Etruscan race’s equivalent of the League of Assassins, had they?

And she was in no way convinced they were cut out for the roles they’d been chosen to play.

With that thought lingering in her head, Kari waved her fingers at the tiny camera in the corner of the ceiling then pushed off the bed and headed for the front room.

She didn’t try to hide her approach. She’d learned she couldn’t creep up on either of them. Their hearing was too good. An interesting fact she’d tucked away for later. For what purpose? She didn’t know. Most likely she’d forget about it a few days after she no longer spent every waking second with these two men.

Which wouldn’t be long now.

She was fairly certain she knew why she was being kept against her will. At least, she was pretty certain she knew why the Mal wanted her enough to kidnap a goddess.

What she didn’t know was what these two men wanted with her. Because it damn sure wasn’t what the rest of the Mal wanted.

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