Page 283 of Blood of Hercules
She’s going to be ours. Augustus is going to be thrilled.
I had to make it look like I killed the boy before someone realized what she was. I had to keep her identity hidden.
She would be our dirty little secret.
Kneeling, I touched the boy’s forehead. Pain stabbed through my chest as I unleashed my Chthonic powers. His screams intensified as I let him see my protectors, and he flailed while Hell and Hound jumped in to feast, but all my attention was still on her.
A plan unfolded before me.
A scheme.
Alexis had been raised in the human world.
She didn’t know our customs.
She wouldn’t know that merely opening a betrothal box was an acceptance of a union.
In contrast, everyone in Sparta knew the first step was to discover the sender.
Her ignorance was perfect.
We could exploit it.
Ruthlessly.
Then at her graduation ceremony, we’d reveal to all of Sparta that she’d accepted our gifts.
She’d be ours.
Eternally.
The federation couldn’t do anything to stop the ceremony if all of Sparta knew she was already ours. It would be the highest dishonor to intervene.
We could trap her in marriage.
It would work.
It had to.
Who ruled Sparta was on the line.
I was thehunter of my generation because I knew how to play the long game—I always caught my prey.
Alexis Hert is going to be ours. She’s going to be between us. Underneath us. On her knees. On a marriage altar with her thighs spread wide while we feast on her. We’re going to devour her.
Our power is going to be unprecedented.
The three of us will be the villains of this new age.
The federation will fall.
I stood up, the boy forgotten, as I slowly turned my boat toward her.
Alexis’s stunning blood-filled eyes flashed, then she swam away frantically.
Tipping my head back, I roared with laughter.
I followed her closely.
