CHAPTER XXII

CHAPTER XXII

Aphrodite had asked him to make sure that Amara and Prometheus’ union bore fruit. She had stoked the flames, she told him. Now it was simply a matter of letting inhibitions get the better of them. But after leaving his sisters, Dionysus had begun to hatch a plan of hisown.

Always, Tyche managed to belittle him ever since she rebuffed his advances. To make him out like he wasn’t good enough for her because he was merely the enabler of others’ plans, that he never had the balls to take care of anything himself, that he wasn’t man enough forher.

Well, her chance would be a fine thing. For what would Tyche’s mother say if, after their priestess drove herself to subconscious abandon, Amara chose to end her life instead? What would the Goddess of Ill and Fair Fortune have to say for herself then? If he was merely an enabler and she the greater executor ofplans?

That she would pick that stoic Titan Prometheus over his company was baffling too. What did she see in a man that had no sense of play? He was always so serious about everything. All doom and gloom and premonitions that stopped the fun of the humans in the first place. The fact his plan would hinder the Titan as well as Tyche in the eyes of his sisters was an even bigger incentive. So they would lose the priestess; it was no matter. There were plenty of other priestesses to choose from in Olympus. This opportunity to stick it to the goddess who had turned him down was too ripe to miss.

Tonight, while the priestess licked her wounds in a bottle of wine, Dionysus would make sure there were no boundaries inhibiting her from taking that final step off the precipice. After all, Aphrodite hadn’t specified which inhibitions he had tolower.

Implication was a cunningmistress.