Cursing Athena (Order Of Seven) Read Free Page A

often than not. For some, it would be liver damage that claimed their lives, for others, overdose. Sadder still were the unfortunate souls who lost their lives to parasitic bottom-feeders like the Hirudo because they were too fucked up from partying to realize their new friend wasn’t human.
    Ty shook his head and swore beneath his breath. “Fucking fools.” They’d no clue a murderer lurked among them, seeking his prey, hungry for his next kill.
    With a labored groan, he slammed a hand onto his table, eliciting a frightened squeak from the lanky frat boy and his date seated at the table to the left of him.
    By the Gods! He’d walked the earth for centuries, witnessed technological wonders, and things that would amaze Zeus himself. But for all the change he’d seen, one thing remained constant: stupidity. People were just plain foolish, and sure as shit, he was tired of cleaning up the mess they left in their wake. Athena be damned!
    “Oooh…hello there, baby.” A shrill, grating voice tore his eyes from the massive crowd on the dance floor. A particularly curvy waitress, borderline plump, stood before him clad in a pirate wench’s costume. Her enormous breasts spilled out of her low cut bodice. To most of the drunken lot that frequented the club, the busty server would appear attractive. But to Ty, she simply looked like she’d been rode hard and put away wet. He was completely uninterested in anything she had to offer. Except, maybe alcohol. If she was peddling the hard stuff, he wanted some. Booze didn’t affect him like it did the humans, and it was a vice he’d be hard-pressed to give up.
    “What can I get you to drink, sugar?” The busty server leaned forward, the stench of cigarettes and rank perfume wafting off her faux-tanned skin. Eyeballing him as if he were a juicy steak, she planted a hand onto the table and leaned down further, her medically enhanced breasts threatening to topple out of her too tight corset.
    Ty clenched his jaw and fought the urge to gag. Busty Mathilda was sooo not his type. Easy and overused was unattractive; a cold hard fact no amount of alcohol would change. Breathing through his mouth, he shot her a quick answer. “Tequila. I’ll start with the bottle. We’ll see where things go from there.”
    She shook her head and frowned. “Sorry, baby. That’s a no go. What I can do, though, is take you into the back room and…”
    Ty slapped a hundred dollar bill onto the table and glared at the waitress whose piercing voice threatened to shatter his eardrums.
    “Bring. Me. The. Bottle—” he glanced down at Busty’s nametag, “—Kathi.”
    Wide-eyed and greedy, Kathi nodded her head and thankfully hurried away to fill his drink order. Several other scantily clad barflies approached him looking for a good time, only to be swatted away in similar fashion.
    With his tanned skin, muscular build and messy blond hair, he knew he was attractive. A favored warrior of Athena, he’d been blessed at birth with the gifts of beauty, strength and agility. There wasn’t a female on the planet immune to his presence and striking good looks.
    The truth of the matter was, though he secretly yearned to find his life mate, Ty didn’t have time for romantic entanglements, and he was damn sick of anonymous sex. Thank fuck his job left little time for either. The chase, the hunt…those were the only things keeping him going, the only things fueling his step.
    Ty cursed under his breath and raked a hand through his hair. “Damn you, Athena. Even your blessings turn out to be a curse! I—”
    An electrical shock, searing hot and powerful blazed through his frame, hardening his cock and stirring the predatory beast within. What the fuck… He scanned the unruly crowd and was broadsided by an aura the likes of which he’d never encountered. So bright, so pure, he found himself craning his neck in the direction of the bar as he searched for its origin.
    Another jolt of desire shot through him,