9
The sun was sinking down into the horizon as we climbed into Demeter’s town car. The scattering molecules in the atmosphere bruised the canvas of the sky. The clouds swelled in violent purples and pinks.
The temples lit up the night in all their aged glory. The fluorescent lights took on a golden gleam making it appear as though the gods had returned to their dwellings for the night. But the gods were not asleep in their tombs. They were wide awake and getting on my last nerve.
“Oh, I suppose you can sit back here with us,” Demeter said as I slid into the seat across from her in the rear of the luxury.
The last time I’d been in a car with her, it was as we raced across town to stop an acropolytic apocalypse. I’d sat up front with Baros. It hadn’t occurred to me that I might be looked
