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

project. Let me prove that I want you most."
    He crushed her chest against his, so their bodies met at every angle. Their mouths devoured each other's as Prometheus pressed the evidence of his lust against her. He stripped her.
    He wanted to reassure her that the only woman he desired was her.
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    He gazed into Pandora's eyes. She was everything he had ever wanted and more. Hecate had been right. He would never have looked at her again if she had allowed him to create female humans.
    "Where did you come from?" he asked.
    She blushed shyly and looked away from his intense gaze. "Zeus created me and gave me as a gift to Epimetheus."
    Zeus? He recoiled as if the fireballs that swirled above him had lit his skin. How many times did he have to tell Epimetheus to think things through before he'd stop getting the two of them into trouble? Every deal or discussion they shared with Zeus had ended poorly for them. Zeus wasn't generous. His gifts were vicious lions disguised with ribbons to make you think they were pretty until they ripped open your face.
    How cruel Zeus was to create the one thing Prometheus had always wanted and give it to his brother.
    "Get away from me!" he shouted.
    The fire above him crackled and Pandora was forced to cower as ash rained upon her. Even though Prometheus was terrified of this creature, she looked so sweet and innocent. He didn't wish to harm her.
    For the first time, he noticed a pig speared through with a stick. It hung low in one of the trees on a platform in a higher part of the cliff. It was near enough to the fire to cook. She was a clever girl, getting her cooking done while she attended to him. He narrowed his eyes. Her appearance of being foolish and gentle must be a trick.
    Prometheus knew Epimetheus had banned cooking for his family. She had to be doing this behind his back.
    "Where'd you get that meat?" Prometheus growled.
    "I found it on the way here." Her voice was too high-pitched to be real. "After Epimetheus dropped me off, I found a pig trapped in some bushes. All its legs were broken, so I was actually doing it a favor when I cracked its head with a rock. It must have been a gift from Zeus to me, and I didn't want it to go to waste."
    Prometheus had been right. This woman looked innocent, but she was violent. She had murdered an animal in cold blood!
    Pandora's head tilted sideways as she tried to figure him out. "What's wrong? Do you need another sip of water?"
    "Do not touch me! I'm immune to your trickery!"
    "Trickery? I just want to help you." Pandora reached for the rag she had been using and pressed it against his forehead once more. He would have knocked it out of her hands if he wasn't tied down.
    "You are some sort of witch!" Prometheus shouted. "Otherwise, how did you bring water up this mountain? Not only is water heavy, but a bucket full of it would evaporate as soon as you got here because of the heat."
    Pandora giggled. "I'm no witch. Epimetheus helped me by carrying as much water as he could, so that some of it would still be leftover once it started evaporating. He wanted me to attend to you, while he was out hunting. I am his wife. He says it's my job as much as his to care for you."
    "Do not use my brother to lie to me, witch! He'd never agree to marry a woman that Zeus gave him. He's not that foolish!"
    Prometheus was bluffing. He'd seen his brother do more foolish things than this on many occasions. After all, he would have never been in this mess in the first place if Epimetheus had thought ahead.
    When Prometheus created the animals and humans, he had given Epimetheus the task of creating the blueprints for them. Epimetheus would decide who got claws and sharp teeth. He gave wings to birds and decorated other animals with fins. But Prometheus was the artist that brought Epimetheus' creations to life.
    Prometheus saved the best for last-the humans.
    "How should I decorate them? Will they have wings and claws? Or maybe gills and a tail?"
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