The Pledge (Pandora's Harem 2) A Reverse Harem Tale by Angelique Armae

Author:Angelique Armae [Armae, Angelique]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942346302
Publisher: Summerborne Books, LLC
Published: 2018-02-18T16:00:00+00:00

4

Oh, crap. Bad Pandy really has gotten herself into a deep mess this time. What was I thinking with that spell? Anything the gods toss my way needs to be approached with caution. I have to remember that.

Right. As if the curious imp in me is going to shy away from poking her nose where it clearly doesn’t belong.

Taking a deep breath, I stand up tall and face my enemy head on.

The beast with the flaming eyes walks forward. He’s ghostly with a pale blue tinge to his gossamer form.

He reaches out, brings his hand to my face. He tilts his head.

“Glad I’m amusing, but I’d appreciate if we can move on, please.” I need to find those damn apples, not waist precious minutes with Phobetor. “Look, nothing is going to stop me, so get on with the nightmare so we can move forward.” Really, but the gods are slow. I can’t think of one of them that would survive living a New Yorker’s fast-paced life.

The ghost rakes one of his see-through fingers across my cheek. Pain flairs in my face, then subsides as he pulls back.

Phobetor isn’t all that scary. He doesn’t have fangs or razor-sharp teeth. And I don’t see any weapons on his ethereal form.

A boom sounds all around me

The ground shakes.

I hold steady. One glance up and all of a sudden I’m staring into the face of a demon-like creature with fangs, razor-sharp teeth, and vest of armor so chock-full of swords and daggers, I can’t even count how many.

Phobetor laughs. “Every fear you think…I become.”

Crap. And double crap. I am really going to have to keep my head clear if I stand any chance of finding my guys and retrieving Atalanta’s little trinkets.

“Dish it out, monster. I can take it because I know this is all a dream and not reality.”

“Are you certain about that?” The voice isn’t coming from the beast standing before me.

I spin around.

Moros. “I did say we’d meet again, Pandora.”

He did. Bastard. “Let’s call a truce. I’m only here to help Atalanta get her golden apples back.”

Moros smirks. His long, midnight blue robe covers him from head to toe, the hood practically shielding his face completely. But I do see an occasional glint in his eyes as he slowly moves my way. It looks much like the glow felines give off when light shines in their eyes.

Moros stops an inch from me and then vanishes.

A huge lioness is left in his place. Atalanta.

The gods are messing with me today, which I don’t mind and can easily handle…if it was just one of them. I’ve never taken on several of them at once, save for my one encounter with Moros’s brothers, Ker and Thanatos, a few nights ago. But that was nothing compared to this. I don’t know what is real here.

Wind kicks up around me.

The trees in this ethereal forest shake, their leaves fluttering and rustling.

A small thud sounds up ahead.

From out of a tall clump of grass, rolls a single golden apple.

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