Demigods Academy - Book 8: Hours Of Olympus (Demigods academy series) by Elisa S. Amore & Kiera Legend

Author:Elisa S. Amore & Kiera Legend [Amore, Elisa S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DreamInkes Publishing
Published: 2021-08-22T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

NICOLE

Holy smokes.

“King Lycaon is the Corpse King,” I murmured to Cade out of the side of my mouth. My entire body had gone rigid. I kept expecting the king to whirl, shake a bony finger in my direction, and then try to extinguish my very existence. It was kind of his MO.

Brow furrowed, Cade turned toward me. “Are you sure?”

I cast him a look as I nodded. “Of course I’m sure! I’d recognize that cruel smile anywhere, even with healthy flesh covering his deformed skull. Besides, he’s wearing the same crown.”

And furthermore… I just knew. Knew it in my bones. Still, I didn’t understand what my connection to the Corpse King was, but I knew that it existed, a long silken thread binding us together.

I would bet my life on it, and I was a little bit afraid that I’d wind up having to do just that.

Tall, broad, and regal, Zeus held out his hands toward the crowd. It was an invitation to stand, so we all did, pulled to our feet like puppets on a string—which I supposed we were, because Zeus was a God.

“Come.” Lycaon gestured to his people, trying but not quite managing to emulate the charisma of the God beside him. “Bring your offerings to the temple, and we shall all feast together.” Turning, he together with Zeus, walked into the temple. His steps were lazy, calculated, designed to show off his statue and power.

Some of the people in the crowd hurried forward, carrying baskets of plump figs, bright red mangoes, and papayas so ripe that their skin had split open, leaking out the sweet, sticky juice from inside and revealing the dark, pearl-like seeds. Others carried trays heavy with baked goods—large loaves of fresh bread, flaky pastries, while the rest caried sweets, glinting with the sweet golden ooze of honey.

The smells made my stomach clench with hunger, until a man walked by with a bleating goat on a rope. I winced, hunger evaporating at the thought of what was going to happen to that poor goat.

“We are going to need something to offer if we hope to get into that temple,” I whispered as more people brushed past us to go inside it. They were salmon swimming upstream, and we were merely rocks in their way.

“I don’t know what. It’s not like we can just run out to the orchard and pick some fruit. And we definitely don’t have any farm animals to sacrifice.”

“What about Tinker?” I asked, suddenly inspired. I thought about the little robot hiding in one of the back streets.

Cade frowned at me, unimpressed. “What about him?”

“Is there some way we could use him to get entrance? We could say we are great metalsmiths from, I don’t know, Athens or some shit, and show them how Tinker can serve people like he did for Dionysus?”

“I don’t know, Nic. That would be playing fast and loose with history and science here.” He exhaled loudly as he considered it. “That would inspire some really big changes.

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