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  I gave you everything 

but nothing was ever enough

You were always jealous over such crazy stuff  

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Lunch with Odin was scary.

His glass eye followed my every movement once I entered the dining hall. I was the only one present besides Frigga. 

Oliver screeched loud, climbing up into the height of the hall before resting on one of the chandelier perches. 

"A gift from Athena?" he raised an eyebrow. 

 I did my best to make my voice sound clear and strong. "Yes. She took me away and gave me her gift, which is the owl. A lot of the Greek gods have been doing that lately. I thought you were aware."

Odin's grip on his knife and fork tightened and Frigga set a hand on her husband's tense arm. 

He paused, drawing in a breath. "Do they every mention why they present you with these...gifts?"

I bit my tongue, unsure if I should reveal what I now knew. It was obvious that Odin didn't want me to know about the death match he was putting me in. All the other gods seemed hesitant to tell me, mentioning something about being unable to interfere directly. It was why Athena couldn't answer certain questions if they meant helping me directly. 

"No." I lied through clenched teeth. "They never mention why they give me the presents."

Odin seemed less tense. "Sit. Eat. We have a lot to catch up on."

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It was pressuring to be in Odin's presence longer than five seconds. Since recovering my memories, I quickly found that I couldn't stand his and Artemis' presence. Hell, even thinking of the Moon Goddess made me sick to my stomach. 

I released out a sigh once I returned to the cottage, the comforting cinnamon and vanilla bean scent comforting me. 

Jasper and Draver were in the kitchen once more, their eyes locked on a map that they were scanning. 

I started to talk, but nothing came out. 

I forgot. Couldn't speak to them.

They hardly even looked up when I walked in, neither of them sparing me a glance when I followed Oliver into the bedroom. 

I pulled out the notebook. Oliver ruffled his feathers, then returned to the cover of Athena's notebook. I shoved it back into my jacket, noticing how late it had gotten. Frigga demanded I stayed a while longer while she gave me a proper educational tour on her gardens that she and Rosemarie maintained. Frigga often reminded me of Molly, with her obsession over odd trinkets. 

As I was about to change, I heard the front door slam. My curiosity piqued, I exited our bedroom and opened the door. Draver and Jazz were out in the cobblestone streets, the lanterns on the sides of the various establishments lighting their path as they were about to walk. 

Remembering that I couldn't talk, I jogged forward to grab Jasper's arm. I gave him a confused look. Where are you going?

Draver crossed his arms. "There's a bar we want to hit up before the twins and Rosemarie come in two hours."

I flinched back at his cold tone. He walked away, Jasper following in suit after he shrugged my arm off.

I stood there in shock for a few seconds. A bar? What the fuck do they need from a bar?

Instead of waiting around to find out, I ran back inside and removed my blouse, putting on a black long sleeve and black boots. 

Doing my best to be sneaky, I followed them into what looked to be a shady Irish pub.

Inside was like a Hooters but for the supernatural and mystical beings. Like a space bar for aliens. Jasper and Draver were already seated in the one of the high tables. A busty blond with...fangs....had taken their order. 

I quickly took a seat at the bar, doing my best to act as inconspicuous as possible as they scanned the perimeter. I prayed the sheer amount of alcohol and fragrances would block their senses from picking up on my scent. 

They got no food, just two tall mugs of what looked to be beer. They chugged it like vikings, slamming the drinks down on the table. Draver chuckled while Jasper smiled. It hurt that I wasn't part of that. 

"Excuse me, what would you like to drink?"

I turned around from the awkward angle that I was looking at the twins from to address the bartender.

I was struck immediately by how handsome the stranger was. Dark curly hair and violet eyes. His skin practically glowed even under the white button up and back vest, the sleeves rolled up. 

I pulled my own sleeves farther past my wrists, tucking my hair behind my ear. "Just water."

He paused mid wipe. He was cleaning glasses, but decided to set one down and turned to face me completely. His hand rested on the edge of the bar counter and he set his weight forward. 

"You do know this is a bar, right?"

I swallowed. "Something light then. Perhaps a..." my voice trailed off when I noticed two extremely gorgeous women seat themselves at Jasper and Draver's table. 

I also noticed that they didn't even shoo them away. Instead, they both gave them smiles that I thought only belonged to me. 

I clenched my fist, turning abruptly. "You know what? Just give me a shot of patron, straight up."

The bartender's violet eyes twinkled. "Coming right up, Faye."

I flinched back, surprised that he knew my name. 

"Who are you?" I hissed when he returned with my shot glass. 

He pouted. "Really? A guy in a bar can only be what Greek god? Please, I'm waiting."

My throat burned as I tossed back the patron. "Dionysus. Is everyone breaking the Godly Accords?"

He smiled, shaking his head. "Not everyone. Hephaestus, Hestia and Demeter are staying out of this fight. You'll be visited by Ares and Aphrodite soon. Ares has taken a particular liking to you- or more accurately your fighting style."

"So what's your gift for me?" I spoke a bit louder, hoping to drown out the sounds of the girls laughing near Jasper and Draver. 

He dug into his vest pocket and pulled out a corked vial with green liquid. "This is one of my potions. It can make someone insane- forever - so choose wisely when you administer it."

I took it, tilting the bottle. The liquid followed the flow. I shoved it into my pocket and then looked up to ask Dionysus more questions, but instead of the god of wine, I saw a buff redheaded female serving drinks. 

Gone with the wind. 

"Oh my gosh, Draver, you're hilarious!"

My spine stiffened and I turned to see the one of the girls practically draping herself over Draver's arm. 

Jealousy reared its ugly head and this time so did my rage. This wasn't going to fly with me- punishment or not. 

I got out of my chair, ready to blast these two asshats into another dimension after I dealt with the two females touching them.

Just as I was about to approach their table, I overheard Jasper and the other female's conversation. 

"Oh Jazz, you're so muscular." she squeezed his bicep. 

I wanted to squeeze her throat.

"Don't call me that. You can just say my name. It's Jasper."

And at the I froze. This wasn't a joke to them, then. It wasn't some prank, some punishment. It was torture. Jasper had never given permission for anyone to use his true name to anyone outside of myself, Draver, and recently Lux.

Even Draver looked shocked. I stepped back in a daze, intent on returning to the house and sobering myself up with a good cry to Oliver and lots of water. Instead, I bumped into a waitress. 

The tray of glasses toppled over, crashing on the floor. 

"Fuck!" I swore softly, bending down to pick up at the pieces. My hands were trembling and my vision was blurry with tears. 

"Please don't touch it. We'll clean it up right away," the waitress assured me, pulling me to my feet. 

The glances at the scene lessened as the waitress left to get a broom and dustpan. 

I flinched when I turned to see Jasper and Draver watching me from the other end of the bar. 

I pushed my hair out of my face, flinching when I small shards on my fingers scored my cheek and my hand came back smudged with blood.

A man settled his hand on my shoulder. "Lady, are you okay?"

I nodded surely, but after the fourth time I could already feel myself breaking down. 

He sighed, stroking his beard. "Would you like me to walk you home? You are obviously unwell. Someone could take advantage of you like this." 

I shook my head, pushing past the burly man. I kicked off the moment I was out of the tavern, my wings taking me home in three quick beats. I stumbled onto the balcony of our bedroom, ripping the door open. 

As if sensing my distress, Oliver flew out from my coat pocket to hover over me protectively as I pushed into the shower. I turned it on, waiting for it to heat up as I washed my hands to gently remove the shards. My sobs died down to occasional shudders once I stripped and entered the shower. 

Over the buzz of the shower head I couldn't hear the door of the bathroom open. Oliver heard and screeched, lunging with talons to claw at the eyes of the twins. They both ducked, Oliver flying straight out. They slammed the door shut and locked it.

I turned away from them, wiping my eyes. I started to speak but remembered I couldn't. 

Draver was undressed first. He yanked over the shower door and pressed me back against the tile while he took the brunt of the hot spray. 

"Faye. We love you. You know that. Jasper went too far."

I pushed at his chest, feeling my cool facade break when he cupped my face, pulling me up for a kiss. 

I wanted to cry at the taste of him. That cinnamon flavor that I knew belonged to him and him alone. His hands slid down to my waist, sinking his fingers into my flesh. 

Jasper closed the door behind him. He moved forward but I flinched back and pressed myself against the corner of the shower. 

He swallowed, then lifted his fingers to my throat. The silvery thread became visible as he pulled it from around my neck. 

"It's gone." he rasped. "Faye. I am deeply sorry. I never intended to take it that far. I was just so focused on getting retribution for what you did to us- of recreating that sensation of being unable to communicate and then realizing there were two unknown people on you- that I never stopped to think about how it would make you feel."

Retribution against us. I was public enemy #1 in their eyes yet again. 

I guess some things would never change. 

"Faye?" he reached forward once more. "Please Faye. Speak to me."

He pressed his forehead against mine. 

I decided to indulge them. Just for tonight. 

I reached up, cupping the back of his neck so I could kiss him properly. Jasper purred, nuzzling his face at the base of my throat as he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist. 

He moved to open the cubicle but I placed me hand on the handle, shaking my head.

Jasper nodded, kissing me once more. 

"Do you like it when Jasper kisses you, love?" Draver whispered at my back. 

I nodded, leaning my head back against his warm chest. The drops of water from Jasper hit my collarbone, sliding down to my hardened nipples. 

"Do you want to kiss me?" Draver bit my ear, tugging gently.

I turned to face him, sliding my mouth across his. His tongue teased at the seam of my lips before I finally opened up to him. I swallowed his satisfied groan as he wrapped a possessive hand around my neck.

"You belong to us, Faye." Draver bit his lip, canines flashing. "We can't ever let you go. You understand that, right?"

I bit my lip in similar fashion. He seemed to accept that for an answer.

A cool sensation tingled at my breasts and I broke my gaze with Draver to look at Jasper. His tongue circled my nipple, the wetness a cold contrast to the hot water. Draver's other hand came up to roll the bud between his fingers. 

I whimpered, pressing myself back against Draver once Jasper set my legs down. 

He pulled my left back behind my back to grasp his hardened member, thrusting against the curve of my ass. "All for you, love."

Jasper's fingertips traced around my sex before dipping into my center. A snarl ripped from him. "Goddess, so wet. Dripping."

I mewled against Draver, turning my head so I could hide my face into his neck. The pleasure of him sinking his fingers into me was beyond my imagination.

"Feel her." Jasper whispered, almost in awe.

Draver moved his hand past my hip. He gave a shallow thrust with one finger, his digit fitting snug inside me next to Jasper's. 

He groaned, leaning down to bite against my neck. "You're feel so perfect, Faye."

I cried out when Jasper and Draver moved their fingers inside me, stretching and filling me so deliciously. The heated ball twisting inside me burst when Jasper removed his finger and dropped down to press his mouth against me. My hand shot out to grab Jasper's hair in my hand, holding for support while Draver touched my tender breasts as I rode out my orgasm.

Jasper stood gracefully, licking him lips. "We're not done with you, Faye."

But after tonight, I was.

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Faye's jacket:

FAYE McALLISTAIR: