Page 173 of Blood of Hercules
Chapter 19
The Devil You Don’t Know
Alexis
“I can’t believe you grew up with humans,” said Lena, the siren who’d cried naked in my lap but now sat on my right side at the end of the circular booth.
Her words sounded normal to me, but Nyx said they sounded like inarticulate rasps.
Apparently, when I spoke, I was also rasping, which was bizarre because it didn’t feel any different from my usual speech.
It suddenly made sense why everyone always gave me weird looks when I talked to Nyx.
I couldn’t even imagine how strange Nyx’s language sounded to others.
No wonder everyone in high school thought I was a freak.
“Your childhood must have been wild,” Lena said, leaning into me.
I coughed awkwardly.
Oh yeah, starvation, abusive parents, and homelessness. So wild.
The siren was still butt-crack naked (free the nips and lips) andwas now stacking a pile of knives in the middle of the table, which were apparently part of a card game? I was too scared to ask.
Seductive piano music played.
On my left, seven other sirens were crammed into the booth with us. Yes, all of them were naked.
“The human world really must have been socool.” Lena wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, her beauty shining in the darkness.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “It was—interesting.” Phantom pain shot down my wrists. “You know, because of the Titans, and f-fall of civilization.”
She shrugged like that part didn’t matter.
“Are all humans really sexually repressed prudes?” she asked, wiggling her brows.
Oron, who was the only male siren at the table, leaned over me—since he sat on my left—and high-fived Lena. “That’s a good question.” He winked at me.
I grimaced back.
His thigh pressed flush against mine (do not look down, Alexis—don’t do it).
“Stop glancing at his engorged penis,” Nyx hissed and tightened around my throat.
If she says “engorged” ever again, I will kill us both. No questions asked.
My cheeks flushed because apparently, I was a pervert.
It didn’t help that around the room, sirens and Spartans were still coupled and moaning. Hips thrust. Skin slapped. If anything, the fervor had gotten more aggressive.
Naked sirens and Spartans were still clamoring around the piano, now performing lewd acts.
Lena saw where I was looking.
“Now that is arealman,” she whispered as she nodded to the pianist. “Every siren knows what happens if you have the honor of touching him. He’s a legend in our community. His powers are...toe-curlingly delicious.” She sighed dreamily. “If you know what I mean.”
Nope.
