Page 202 of Bonds of Hercules
Darkness softly pulled me under.
For the first time, there were no nightmares, only warmth and a fragile sense of peace.
SGC DAY7
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“It’s time to wake up!”
I cracked open sleep-crusted eyes as guards pounded on the door and shouted.
Heat surrounded me.
Still sandwiched between my husbands, I tried to move, but arms tightened around me from behind. Kharon snored, fast asleep against my back, blissfully undisturbed by the commotion happening outside.
Augustus stared at him with a look of awe, then glanced down at me and grinned—flashing his tiny dimple.
The guards banged louder, and his expression fell.
“Kharon, we have to get up.” Augustus reached over and tapped him.
Kharon shifted and Poco popped his head up from where he’d burrowed deep under the covers.
I climbed out of bed.
Kharon sat up with a start, rubbing tattooed fingers into his eyes, black hair sticking out in every direction.
He blushed and avoided our gazes like he was embarrassed to be caught sleeping, and instead patted Poco’s fluffy head.
My heart skipped a beat.I’m in grave danger.
Sleepy Kharon was adorable in the morning, which was a devastating realization.
The door shuddered. “We’re leaving now!” an Olympian shouted.
We got ready quickly.
My husbands flanked me as the guards escorted us out of the room. This time, neither of them complained when I sat next to Charlie. However, they did massage my shoulders and rub my back.
It was nice.
The June day was warm and sunny.
Zeus can’t use his scepter.I sighed with relief.
The Dolomites towered majestically around the coliseum. They were covered in lush greenery and dotted with Moretti’s bellflowers.
Down below, Hermos stalked into the arena with a fifteen-foot-long spear that tapered into a sharp end.
Boos chorused.
Our section cheered.
The gate was lifted and four male Gorgons stalked out—each had a single snake protruding from their bald skulls like hair, but Hermos’s was by far the largest—they wielded swords.
