Alex Anderson The Last Son of Zeus Read Online Free Page B

still hadn't moved from their room's doorway, the child returned her gaze to the hallway in front of her.
     
    That's when Hera tripped her.
     
    Hera hated touching the thing, but the results were certainly worth it. The child hit the carpeted floor face-first and slid on her nose a good six inches. She had so much momentum her feet rose in the air well past her head.
     
    The child rolled over and started screaming. Blood poured from something only half-resembling a nose. The child didn't seem to know if she should touch it, scream louder or roll into a fetal position.
     
    Hera looked down at her. "Pathetic."
     
    Mom must have lost interest in her purse a split-second before Hera touched the child. "Hey! Bitch! Did you just trip her?"
     
    "Oh, an American. Such a surprise."
     
    Hera saw mom's eyes flash from anger to unbridled fury. She raised a hand to hit Hera. "How fuckin ' dare you--"
     
    "How dare I?" Hera caught the woman's hand in an iron grip, "How dare I ?"
    Bones in the woman's wrist cracked. Hera squeezed even tighter. " How dare I? How dare any being give such a socially distracted creature the ability to breed is a far better question, don't you think?"
     
    Hera finished breaking the screaming woman's wrist and flung her against the wall.
     
    Hera looked at the hand that touched mommy and curled her lip. On Earth for five minutes and already I've touched--not just one--but two of these wretched things.
     
    Realizing it could only make the feeling worse if she wiped her hand on something, Hera shook her head and stepped over the wailing child, who was forced to suck blood and mucus into her mouth with every breath.
     
    "Pathetic."
     
    ~ * ~
     
    It took Hera five more minutes to locate her target: room 303.
     
    "He always had a thing for three." Hera kicked in the door and found her husband, Zeus, god of thunder and leader of the entire pantheon, in the middle of carnal relations with three Greek prostitutes.
     
    He untangled himself from the women and stood up. "Dear, before you say anything, allow me to tell you--"
     
    "Oh please, do spare me your pathetic--"
     
    "--that this is exactly what it looks like."
     
    Hera gave her husband an icy glare. "If you're finished, we need to talk."
     
    Zeus looked at the three women. After the initial shock of the door being kicked open, they were the picture of calm. None of them even made a move to dress. They simply waited, while giggling with one another, to see how this was going to pan out. None of them were aware of Zeus' identity of course. They probably thought he was a British businessman on a holiday to Greece. A businessman who, once free of his nagging wife, had been seeking a type of enjoyable company that could only be delivered by three women simultaneously.
     
    Up to a certain point, they had been correct.
     
    Zeus looked back at Hera. "Oh, I assure you, I am not finished."
     
    Hera made a head gesture toward the three women. "Must I kill the lot of them before I am to be graced with your attention?"
     
    Zeus's smile was replaced with annoyance. "Do you have any idea how hard it is to find three bisexual Greek prostitutes in this day and age?"
     
    "I'm not joking. I'll kill them this very moment."
     
    "And I mean really Greek. Not just what simply passes for Greek. "
     
    Hera placed one foot into the room. Zeus placed his hand on her chest. "You have five minutes."
     
    "Five minutes? To us, that is the blink of an eye."
     
    "If you do not hasten, it will be a lifetime."
     
    "Remove your hand, husband. And beware, I do not take to threats lightly."
     
    Zeus looked at his hand, removed it, and looked back at the bed. "Don't move," he told the girls in Greek. "I'll return momentarily."
     
    They giggled and nodded their heads.
     
    Zeus stepped into the hallway and closed the broken door as best he could.
     
    He clapped his hands together loudly and rubbed them together. "Now, what's up, buttercup?"
     
    "I know."
     
    "Could you,