The god complex (Book one of The Devil's Daughter trilogy)

Chapter thirty-four.

He exits the club minutes after me, I saw him discussing something with Athena when Aphrodite was nowhere in sight. I wonder what they were talking about but honestly I don't even care, I trust him but I don't trust her. I want to question him when he finally comes out of the club but I don't, that is his business not mine. I have my own to worry about.

"Where are we going Fire?" He shifts his eyes up and down the block, it shouldn't be too hard to find a thrift store.

"Excuse me, but I'm looking for a thrift store." I speak to the person on the street closest to me which turns out to be a pair of sisters. One dressed in torn jeans and a distressed tank while the other seems to be dressed only in a set of fishnet tights, boy shorts, and a blue bra, all covered up by a red sleeping robe.

"You'll have to be more specific than that lady." The one with the torn jeans speaks, her hair is short and stuffed under a baggy gray beanie. Her arms are scrapped at the elbow and she frowns down at me even though I'm the taller one.

"MARY! I'm so sorry. She's kind of right though, you're going to have to be more specific ma'me. My name is Dorian."

"Hello," Night sticks out his hand making the one who is barely dressed smile, she looks like a model.

"The thing is I just don't know what its called." The sisters look at each other and then at the club and back at us again.

"Seeing that you're leaving Aphrodite's club I'd say you want Pandora's box, right up the street and on the right. Can't miss it." Mary sighs exhausted and stalks off leaving the model sister gussying herself over Night.

"MARY! Sorry, nice meeting you two." She holds up her hand in a call me way toward Night and saunters away.

"Nice." I punch Night in the arm and head off toward Pandora's box, my mother is finally in reach.

"What did you speak about with Fire, Athena?" She always questions me, she can never leave anything be.

"I tried to persuade her to join us again, but she is dead set on fighting by herself. She tried to tell me it was for our protection and that we shouldn't meddle." I leave out the part about me wanting to push Fotia up against the wall and kissing her.

"Don't worry about her, she'll join us soon enough. Now that we got the guard on our side she'll follow nicely in his lead." Aphrodite smiles up at the ceiling of her bedroom as we both lay in the bed. Her body is covered by the blankets but I know it already, every curve, every freckle, everything she tries to hide from the world, I have seen it.

"I don't think so Aphy. Both you and Fotia, are stuck in your ways. You are closed minded and stuck in the past, while she looks toward the future." Aphrodite sits straight up abandoning the blankets leaving her breasts bare to me, she looks unhappy.

"Are you calling me old-fashioned Athena?" I nod and she gasps at me in disbelief; maybe even anger, either way it does not suit her pretty face. "Was it not, me who accepted who you were first while all the others shunned you? Was it not me, who helped out Hera dye her hair when she started getting gray hairs? And more, was it not me, who rounded up all those cast out by Zeus and his lackeys into joining us? Do not insult me Athena." She pushes herself off of the bed leaving me alone in the bed, she dresses in a rush mixing and matching her clothes. She must be angry if her clothes don't match, she always dresses to impress even if it is just me.

"I didn't mean it like that Aphy. I just meant to say that Fotia,"

"Why do you call her that?" Her voice sounds far away even though she could only be about five feet away from me. "You call her by her given name, not the name she goes by. Why do you do that, owl?" She slings my nickname out which was given to me by my father, she knows I hate it.