SEVENTEEN
PRESIDENT WODEN barked “No!” He whipped about to storm away from them.
Dragomir bowed subserviently.
Miss Melt spied on at the two from the dim shadows of the stone fortress corridor. While Dragomir stood stoically, Woden stomped forward on the cobblestones. Woden always carried Gungnir strapped across his back. Flanked by his contingent of wolves and crows, the President approached her hiding spot.
Pandora stepped out and dared to block his path. “Mr. President?”
The elder Woden froze in a stunned moment, his good eye adjusting to her soft pulsing radiance.
“Pandora.”
She smiled at him and gazed innocently up.
Woden's beasts monitored her with cold caution.
In her penthouse loft, Pandora sprayed mist onto her jungle flowers. A trio of spider monkeys swung about on branc
