Page 174 of Blood of Hercules
I had no clue what she meant.
Maybe sirens are just really into music?
Lena snapped her fingers to get my attention. “Back to the main question, Alexis—are all humans prudes?”
“No,” I said as I tried to ignore (watch) the unholy acts occurring near the piano bench. “Some humans are closed-minded, but a lot are veryopen—sexually.”
Too sexual.
People had forgotten that Tim-Tom announced in homeroom that he could pick up a ruler with his ass and then spent ten minutes trying to give a demonstration.
Sadly, I couldn’t forget.
However, Lena didn’t look convinced by my answer as she dealt cards to everyone at the table.
“Are you sure?” she asked. “I’ve heard humans are afraid to have sex with all different types of people. It scares them.”
I shook my head. “That’s not true.”
A part of me was surprised that I was talking so freely to them. This was the most I’d conversed with anyone.Weird.
“So how many men have you had sex with?” a siren asked from the end of the booth, large breasts jiggling as she jumped up and down with excitement.
“Oooooooh.” The sirens clapped with excitement. “Another good question,” someone said.
Laughing (whimpering), I waved my hand dismissively.
The siren winked, her hair glittering. “I see... you lost count. I respect thatsomuch.”
I pursed my lips. “Not—exactly.”
Lena wiggled her brows again. “At least tell us how many women you’ve been with?”
I winced and shook my head.
“Creatures? Spartans? Centaurs?” Lena asked, eyes narrowing like she was studying a bizarre creature.
“Wait, Centaurs are real?” I asked. “So do they have horse heads or h-horse bodies?”
Many debates on the subject had been held in the high school halls. Tim-Tom was team horse head.
“Obviously a horse head.” Lena rolled her eyes, like she hadn’t just blown my mind. “Now answer the question, woman. How many people have you had sex with? Anyone counts. Please, mother of spirits, tellus.”
“Wait.” I blinked, unable to let it go. “So centaurs have ahumanbody... with ahorsehead?”
This was life-changing information.
Lena slammed both her hands on the table, scattering cards. “Alexis,” she warned. “Answer the question.”
“Why are all the sirens looking at you with horror?” Nyx hissed. “Did you tell them about your Emmy and Carl fanfic—I told you it makes you weird and unlikable.”
She doesn’t understand mathematicians like I do.
Lena slapped me on the arm. Hard. She gazed up at me expectantly and waited.
Might as well rip the bandage off.
Picking at the lacquer on the wood table, I sighed heavily and whispered, “I’ve n-never had sex.”
