Chapter 10‘Aphrodite.’
‘Not Mother?’ The goddess reached down and laid a finger beneath Aeneas’s chin, forcing his head up. Her smile was wicked. ‘Get up, Aeneas. You were not made to crawl. It was sad enough when you were an infant.’
Getting to his feet took more effort than it should have. He grunted with pain at the sight of her glowing skin. The light created an aura that made his head throb, but he would not give her the satisfaction of looking away. ‘Why have you come?’
‘To say “I told you so,” of course. Didn’t you guess?’
‘Why now, I mean. Before, I sensed you near, but you didn’t show yourself.’
‘Ever impatient, aren’t you?’
‘I was captured.’
‘But I did come, didn’t I? I do not serve you, Aeneas. It is the other way around. Surely you understand that by now. What do you wan
