Pandora's Mistake (Fate of Eros #0) (The Fate of Eros Series) Read Free

wrinkled in confusion. She had been a gift from Zeus to Epimetheus. Was he insinuating that she was untrustworthy? How dare he! He didn't even know her!
    Prometheus was sweating. His breathing grew heavier and he went into a seizure.
    "It's time! He's dying again," Epimetheus shouted.
    Prometheus passed out and the inferno above their heads swirled like a tornado. Pandora shielded her face as ashes rained on her. She could feel her arm hair singeing.
    "It's getting dangerous-we need to go." Epimetheus' expression hardened as he wrapped his arms around Pandora. She clutched his chest and let him lead the way.

Chapter 2
    Prometheus awoke the next day to something wet and cool pressed against his feverish forehead. He blinked at the sun, his eyes straining to see. It had been so long since he had experienced this relieving sensation that he was afraid it was a hallucination. Someone opened his mouth and poured a few sips of water into it. It barely quenched the dryness of his tongue, but it tasted like sweet nectar. As a normal man, he would have died several times from the thirst alone.
    "Who's there?" he whispered hoarsely. The pain on his side was only minimal. He must have died last night. The crow was always gentler when he first started pecking his abdomen than he was once he broke through the skin.
    "My name is Pandora," a feminine voice sang.
    For a long time, he hadn't felt any form of pleasure, but at the sound, a feeling as cool as the water hitting his stomach spread through his body.
    His vision cleared and he saw a female form crouching before him. Her brown hair brushed his face as she leaned over him to press the wet wash-rag against his forehead. She licked her luscious lips as she stared at him with eyes as blue as the sky. Her body was tanned and curvy. She moved with the grace of a dove. She was more beautiful than anything he'd ever seen.
    He was probably hallucinating, but he might as well go along with it.
    "What manner of goddess are you?" he asked. "Has Zeus been overthrown? Are you here to free me?"
    But even as he spoke, he knew she wasn't a goddess. She was too gorgeous to be one. She was his dream-a human female. Back when he was free and thought he had all the time left in the world, he had been about to create one, but Hecate had distracted him.
    Pandora giggled. "My name is Pandora. I'm a human."
    He sighed. He was so sick from dying repeatedly that he was growing delusional, but it was a wonderful fantasy. Not creating a woman had been his one regret. If only he hadn't been foolish enough to fall for Hecate's seduction...
    He remembered the way Hecate stroked his neck lightly. A snake coiled itself around her arm and slithered towards her neck. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and lustful. Her dark hair fell like wavy drapes over her shoulders. She watched him, but he didn't look at her.
    The spirit dogs that followed her everywhere, creatures that looked as if they emerged from the fog, growled as they sensed her agitation. They had little patience for Prometheus. They were jealous and protective of their mistress.
    Prometheus had just formed a ball out of clay. He would shape it until it resembled the head of the first human woman.
    He had retrieved it from a lake and was sitting in a field of roses, preparing it.
    None of the other Titans understood his obsession with Earth and why he'd rather spend time with the animals than the other Titans. Hecate followed him wherever he went, but didn't get it either. If it wasn't for her nagging, he'd never show up at any of the Titans' parties.
    "Leave me alone, Hecate," Prometheus said. "I'm busy." He wasn't in the mood for a lecture.
    She nibbled on his ear instead, her warm tongue flicking his lobe.
    He groaned. "I'm serious, Hecate."
    "Is it because we've been dating a hundred years now?" Hecate asked. "I've been told that the second hundred years is not nearly as romantic as the first."
    Hecate had a strange voice that he found seductive. Deeper than