Skin of a Goddess (Goddess Ascension Book 1) Read Online Free

it,” Eve says with finality.
    “I’m a daimon. There’s nothing I have to do.”
     

Chapter 2
     
     
    “Why isn’t this day over yet? I’m sure if I could, I’d have a sore from all that ‘fun’ horseback riding. Why would anyone do that for entertainment? It hurts like a bitch,” Apate grumbles on and on, while gently rubbing her rear.
    I decide it’s not the time to remind her that we may feel pain or get injuries, but we heal really quickly. If she did get sore from riding, it will probably heal any minute now, or has already mostly healed. Besides, all of us have had much worse injuries than anything she could possibly be suffering from now.
    “If you were more used to it, you would be less sore. We should go riding more often.”
    She sends me a disdainful glare. “Excuse me if not all of us are familiar with spreading our legs so much.”
    I have to just shrug at that one.
    “I had to cut my warm, soothing bath short for this dumb shifter meeting. What do they have to talk about anyway? As far as I can tell, they live in style,” she continues at a different target.
    “I completely agree,” Lyssa says in her cold, cold voice.
    I give Apate a look, pretty much saying, “Well, if she agrees with you, you’re really screwed.”
    Enyo says evenly, “I’m looking forward to it. I can almost taste the violence.”
    “Well, isn’t that sweet. Give us your friendly smiles!” I tell them, and they each turn to Apate and me.
    To put it quite simply, they look scary as hell. Lyssa is giving us crazy eyes, which is saying a lot, since her eyes are completely black—pupil, the whites, everything. Plus, she has long hair that’s pretty much blood-red. Her smile looks, to put it bluntly, like she’s about to rip you to pieces, laughing all the while, making Mardi Gras beads of your intestines.
    Enyo is a pretty thing, that much is clear. She has long black hair and pretty violet eyes. She’s quite the attraction. Enyo even has a pretty pink mouth. Right now, it’s pulled back in a fierce scowl, showing sharp little fangs, as if she’s giving out a silent war cry. Maybe she is.
    “How about you two just try to keep your faces blank,” Apate says, not even bothering to be diplomatic.
    “What are we doing here, anyway? What faction of shifters are we meeting with?” Enyo asks in her rough, slightly accented voice.
    “Good goddess, you all did get schedules, didn’t you? We’re not meeting with any shifters; we’re going to sit in on the gathering with the assorted other supernaturals here,” I say with some annoyance.
    Enyo continues with, “I still do not understand why they are all meeting.”
    Lyssa speaks up with her lovely, empty voice, “They are meeting to complain and share secrets. They are all going to complain about one another and their territories, etc. Hopefully, no one gets killed.”
    She doesn’t really sound hopeful of that at all.
    “Sounds pointless. They should do battle and settle things correctly. They should each talk to their guild leaders about the possibility.” Enyo sighs.
    We are about to walk into the chamber when Apate throws herself in front of the door. “Don’t suggest that while we’re in there,” she hisses at them both. “In fact, talk as little as possible. You’ll ruin everything if you get them to fight.”
    Enyo curls her lip. “When has a fight ever ruined anything?”
    “Do you want us to be sent back to Olympus before we can complete the plan?” I whisper.
    “Why serve in Heaven when you can rule in Hell?” Lyssa adds in a sing-song voice. “We have to accomplish it. I can’t go back there.”
    Enyo pats her arm in what appears to be a soothing gesture. “We’ll never go back there. The Olympians will never be able to control us again, once we’re through.”
    “That means you’ll behave, right?”
    Enyo and Lyssa share a choreographed bored expression before we enter.
    “These are all of the others?” Enyo asks, looking around