The birthday feast began at sunset.Zeus had ordered the Great Hall of Olympus opened from the eagle gates to the star ceiling. Nectar flowed through crystal fountains, white horses of cloud circled the balconies, and every old house sent gifts heavy enough to make their loyalty clear. Apollo arrived late with Celeste on his arm.A faint gold mark shone at the base of her throat, the kind left by a private healing too intimate for a public feast. In my last life, I would have felt the room tilt. Now, I merely looked away and continued speaking to Athena's priestess beside me.Apollo noticed. He moved Celeste behind him, ready for tears, accusations, anything he could turn against me. When I gave him nothing, his mouth tightened."You are pretending to be generous because you are afraid I will not marry you."I lifted my cup. "Think whatever comforts you."His eyes flashed. "I am the heir of the sun. A man in my position will never belong to one woman. If you behave, I may still give y
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