Page 35 of Achille's Earth Angel
Achilles sighed. “Between Zeus and Hercules, they decided to give him a break. He still has to get married, but it won’t be to Zephyr. She was very disappointed about that, but she’ll get over it. She’s already had twelve husbands in her lifetime, but none as powerful as a son of the royal family.”
Ange’s eyes went big. “Twelve? I thought gods didn’t die. How can she be married to twelve different men?”
He chuckled. “Gods can die, honey. There are ways to kill a god, but it’s not easy to do. There are also accidents now and then.”
“That’s the first time you’ve ever called me honey,” she said with a smirk. “We’re starting to sound like an old married couple already.”
He tweaked her nose. “When you can start finishing my sentences, then I’ll know we’ve finally tuned into one another.”
They both laughed.
“So, tell me all this news you have,” he instructed, yawning slightly.
“Maybe we should wait, you sound really tired.” She rubbed his forehead with her finger.
“No, I want to know now. Especially if it’s important to you.”
Ange frowned slightly. “It is important, especially the part about Epaphras. He could still be a danger to us.”
It was Achilles turn to frown. “Go on.”
So, Ange told him everything she’d read and all about her conversation with Delia. And that Delia had said not to trust Epaphras.
“I knew years ago that Delia loved a mortal,” Achilles commented when she was finished. “I just didn’t know it was your father. It’s funny how big the universe is and yet at times, it seems so small and interconnected.”
“I wish I could have talked longer with her,” Ange said wistfully. “I have so many questions. Do you suppose Poseidon knows who it was and that he has died?”
“I don’t know, Angel,” Achilles replied gently. “Perhaps he did, and that’s why he hasn’t punished her for breaking the rules.”
She sat up and stared at him. “You mean he refused to order a husband for Delia? I thought that was going to be part of it.”
“I thought it might be to, but now that I know that her mortal was your father, I can see why he didn’t. Her loss is too fresh.”
“It seems the gods do have mercy after all,” she murmured.
“I’m going to have no mercy on you if you don’t get to bed,” Achilles growled, tickling her ribs and making her squeal.
“I’ll go when you go,” Ange shrieked with laughter.
“Then we are going,” he ordered. “When we wake up, you can start planning the wedding.”
Ange looped her arms around his neck, loving it when he carried her. It made her feel small and helpless.
“Tomorrowwewill start planning the wedding,” she corrected, kissing the tip of his nose.
“I’d be happy to see you standing on an altar of flowers with nothing on but that necklace,” he growled swooping into the bedroom with her and laying her on the bed.
“That’s scandalous,” she protested, pretending she was swooning. “How would I ever live it down?”
He quickly stripped her of her pajama shorts and tank top, leaving her as he’d described her with nothing on but the necklace.
“You’re right,” he decided, throwing off his clothes, his eyes glued to her breasts. “I don’t want anyone else to see you like this but me.”
She welcomed him with open arms. Her beautiful platinum hair was spread across the pillows in disarray, a perfect foil for the sapphires. Her skin gleamed like satin and her sky-blue eyes gave him wings. Together they would fly to unimaginable heights of love and passion. For as long as they could fly together, each day would be a gift.
“You look like an angel,” he whispered, awed as he drank in the sight of her. His green eyes gleamed with possessiveness.
“I love you, my proud warrior.”
