Navigating Hermes (Book Two)

Chapter Two

Hello! Welcome back to another chapter. It was a long weekend here in Canada, and I know in a lot of other places so I hope you had a nice break! Small update on Apollo's Prophecy: I'm waiting on the proof copy for the physical paperback version, but because of the pandemic, shipping is taking forever (and it has to cross the boarder to Canada) so I don't have a set publish date. I might end up releasing the ebook version first if that's possible, but we'll see. Of course once it's available for pre-order, I will let you know. As usual, if you're enjoying this story so far, don't forget to vote and leave a comment with your thoughts. See you next week! - Amy

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     I kept my promise and didn't tell Danika or Marcus about my magical night with Harry. I actually managed to convince Marcus that nothing had happened. He didn't buy it at first, but I told him that we ended up drinking too much and Harry was too much of a gentleman to do anything. Thankfully we were both very much sober that night.

     Danika, on the other hand, had no idea that I'd left with Harry at all. According to Marcus, she was fast asleep by the time he'd arrived back to the hotel. Thankfully, Harry dropped me off at our hotel far too early the next day and Danika was still passed out. By the time I woke up from my morning nap, she'd already gone for a walk.

     The mythology course came to an end before we knew it and after a very teary departure from Danika, Marcus and I were on our way to our next destination; Spain.

     Marcus and I would be travelling together to Spain, but after that he would be returning home to his girlfriend, Molly, and I'd go back to solo travelling for another year and a bit. Thankfully Marcus travels light so he'd be bringing all of my purchases from Greece back to Auckland with him.

     Spain was just as beautiful as Greece in its own right. They were very different from each other, but there was almost just as much to do and getting around was a lot less complicated. The architecture was breathtaking, especially the gothic style cathedrals in Barcelona.

     While I was having a lot of fun exploring the country, I found myself not enjoying the clubbing scene as much. None of the men interested me enough to go home with them. I found myself comparing them to Harry, despite only spending one night with him. Normally the first night with someone new was lacklustre, but Harry had been the exception.

     After one week of being in Spain I decided that enough was enough. I needed to get laid again and I was determined to find a hot spaniard to do my bidding. Marcus and I were in Ibiza, the best clubbing scene in Spain, so if I was going to find someone and have some fun, it would be the place to do so.

     We were staying on the eastern coast of Ibiza and I'd heard of an amazing super disco club from some girlfriends back home. Considering I grew up with my mother blaring ABBA throughout the house and I still listened to them, I would be right at home. It helped that brushing my dry hair made it poof up a bit and I had fun blue eyeshadow that I'd packed for this exact moment.

     Tonight I'd be clubbing alone. Marcus had a video date with Molly, so it was perfect timing for going solo. We'd rented a small house by the ocean and had separate rooms so he wouldn't be woken up when I got back... if I got back that same night. At the very least I'd make an effort to wake up early and drag my way back home early enough to see Marcus before he left for home.

     The club welcomed me with open arms, Dancing Queen blaring through the speakers. Tonight's going to be a good night, I thought to myself as I danced my way over to the bar, ordering two shots to really get the night started. I downed the shots one after another, licking my lips so no liquid courage would be wasted.