Chapter Seven-

As I walk down the corridor, stretching my arms above my head, I note how I feel no different to how I did this time yesterday, except possibly that am I no longer sitting on a beach. It is not quite that I do not feel like a real Goddess now, just that, as the moon is not in the sky and I have not been given any duties yet, there is nothing for me to give my concentration to.

I stop when I reach the door of my hunting partner's room, knocking and then waiting outside as I hear the shuffling of feet behind the wood. I begin tapping my foot and consider walking away just as the door is opened, letting me meet the eyes of Orion and making frown slightly; a look in his eyes shows he is hiding something, and his general case is not helping his defence either.

My eyes stray across his face, noticing how his cheeks have turned an even darker shade of red from what they already appeared to be, now matching the colour of his full lips. His hair is messed up in numerous directions on either side of his face, his neck covered in bruises as if he had been in a fight the night before. Then my gaze finally falls to his chest, his muscles exposed by his lack of shirt.

"Good morning, my lady," he mutters, his voice sounding rough after the alcohol last night.

Before I have the chance to answer, Orion turns his head in the other direction to meet the call of, "Agapi mou, why have you left me?"

My frown deepens as a pair of arms wrap around the bare chest of the man in front of me. The beautiful face of Eos appears on his shoulder, the golden curls of her hair falling down the side of her face and slightly across her eyes. Her lips are a dark colour to match Orion's, and she has similar marks across her face. She shuts her pale violet coloured eyes as leans her lips to his neck, roughly kissing him.

"Eos," Orion groans, catching her chin and pulling her mouth away. He looks sternly at her and raises an eyebrow, nodding in my direction, in a way I am sure he intends to be subtle.

"What is wrong?" she asks, pouting as she opens her eyes to stare at him, probably purposefully missing his silent message. "We were having so much fun."

"I think that is completely your lover's point," I answer for him, crossing my arms over my chest as both of their heads turn in my direction.

A smirk crosses the Goddess' face as she tightens her hold on Orion, laying her chin on his shoulder. "Is there something troubling you?"

"Just your closeness," I reply, not meeting the eyes of Orion.

"Why should what we do worry you?" she mocks, curling a lock of his dark hair around her finger, the other arm snaking around his chest so that her hand rests on his muscled arm.

"Eos," Orion sighs again, prying her arms away as he takes hold of her cheeks, making sure that she has no choice but to look into his eyes. "Stop it. You are still drunk following the party last night. You are imagining that we did things together that you know we really did not. In actual fact, you know that I just took you to a room out of the kindness of my heart and returned to check on you now."

"And ended up with no clothes on following it," she finishes, grinning as she stands up on tiptoes, pushing him against the wall as she passionately kisses him on the lips, something which he returns without missing a beat.

I slam my fist into the side of his face, my relatively good mood suddenly gone, before turning away and stomping away from the two lovers. I hear the unusually heavy tread of feet that follow me but I do not turn around until his arm brushes past mine, when I turn around and shout, "If you dare to touch me again, I swear not even the combined powers of every God and Goddess in existence will be able to save you!"

He stops running after me and takes a step back, looking at me with hints of mixed emotions. "My lady, I am sorry-"

"Why should I believe you anymore?" I ask, the volume of my voice still a shout.

"I still swear a promise of loyalty to you," he begins. "I would not lie to you-"

"You broke another promise, though," I interrupt. "Your final agreement and my most important requirement was your agreement to an oath of chastity. You could not even do that for a few days!"

"I was drunk!" He is shouting now, too. A look of anger has come over his usually calm, slightly flirtatious face. His lips are now formed into a thin line instead of a confident smirk, and they have hidden any traces that revealed what he did last night. He has pulled on a tunic to follow me from his room and this has brushed his hair down a little. But, it is the look that his eyes hold that scare me: gone is the usual sparkle, the joking quality, replaced by a raging storm of more disappointment than anger, and only a little guilt.

"You should have remembered what you promised." I know fully well that it is probably nearly impossible to remember much when drunk, let alone tiny details. At least he remembered that he got drunk, I suppose.

"The wine for Gods is much more potent for a mortal," he reasons, stating something else that I know. I cannot be expected to believe that a lesser being would react the same to something so powerful that it can affect a more important power.

"Then you should have thought about that before drinking out the supplies between you and the Goddess from your dreams." The only reason that I am being bitter towards him is that I feel annoyed, downtrodden and forgotten. There is also a minuscule chance that I feel jealous because I was overlooked in comparison to her and that she was considered more important on my night.

"I never said she was the Goddess from my dreams," he whispers, his cheeks turning a little pink. "In fact, I hardly saw her last night."

"Do not lie to me," I instruct. "Every male I have spoken to has admitted his approval of her beauty, I highly doubt that you will be any different."

He sighs. "I suppose not. But I do not believe that every movement of mine was my own willpower. Yes, I have already said that I was drunk but she is an enchantress too, and I was only being her toy."

I laugh. "You may have been her toy but she was yours in return."

He glares at me, muttering, "If last night were the beginning of a relationship, it would not last well."

"So, you finally admit that you did not merely "just take her to her room and then check on her in the morning"?" I raise an eyebrow. "I presume there were other happenings in between those times."

He squeezes his eyes shut, clenching his fists at his side. But he uses all determination that has been left in his body to refuse to answer me, sure that my mind has been made now and that whatever he says will only add to the scenario I am imagining. And, as well, he knows it is one that I would be neither pleased nor proud of, especially after any promises made.

I cross my arms over my chest as I begin to move again, doing as I did when we first met: walking in ever tightening circles around him, taking in every detail that he possesses, maybe for just the last time. Hardly anything has changed, perhaps only those slight "additions" that were made during the night.

"Am I to your satisfaction, my lady?" he asks through gritted teeth, failing to hide the annoyance in his voice.

"Have you ever been?" I reply, bothering as much as he has to hide my feelings.

"I understand that I was a few days ago," he argues. "You certainly enjoyed my presence yesterday."

"I do not agree," I admit. "You were hardly to what you define as my satisfaction. I merely needed the position of my fellow hunter to be filled."

"And I fitted the job perfectly," he finishes.

"Well then," I say, bringing my heels together in front of him as I stop. I turn around to face him, putting my hands on my hips, and then instruct, "Open your eyes."

"Why should I?" he questions instantly.

"I would like for you to look me in the eyes when I am talking to you," I explain, not softening my voice at all.

"Perhaps I care not of what you would like," he answers.

"Fine, see if I care. Do not take the opportunity to prove what I think wrong," I challenge.

"I do not care," he repeats definitely.

I bite my lip, kind of desperate for him to change his mind. "I believe in flukes, son of Poseidon. I believe that the time you beat me will never happen again. I believe, on the other hand, that you are like every other male in existence, nothing special and nothing different."

He laughs and my face no longer breaks into a slight smile at the sound. "Maybe I am no different. Maybe I will never beat you again and maybe I just spend my time wondering which beautiful woman shall next take my fancy. But you liked it the other day."

"I never did!" I explode. "You are wrong, and you just cannot admit it."

A smirk appears on his lips and he finally opens his eyes, the sea green becoming level with my light blue eyes as he bends down so his face is next to mine. "I think you are just like every other woman and you cannot help but fall for me."

"You wish," I reply, finding myself half hoping that it is still the remnants of the wine that is making him talk like this.

"I know," he corrects. "As I know that I am the best hunter in the world and you are just jealous."

"Whilst I know that, if you wish to spend the rest of your days moving from one woman to the next, you will leave my sight. You will never be given the privilege of being my hunting companion again." I say it with such force and determination that I direct myself to walk away before he says a word in his defence, also before I have the chance to change my mind.

As I walk, I tightly grip the sides of my silver tunic in my fists, taking deep breaths to steady my still raging temper. I should have followed what I had been told and stayed clear of men, instead of following my young and naïve mind, which told me to recruit the unfortunately handsome, seemingly well behaved and incredibly talented hunter. I was so stupid.

I hear thudding footsteps behind me again but I do not turn to follow their progress until my prior companion appears just in front of me, his lover from last night gone for now. He throws a look in my direction, glaring at me, before whispering, "You think that I care, you think that throwing me away will make me regret what I did. It will not and it never will."

He then grabs a nymph maid as she passes and begins roughly kissing her but I have turned away, barely flinching before I have really seen anything. He cannot make me care and I will move on. I can find some new hunting companions but, this time, they will all be young females. My hunt will be made up of the girls who have not yet met a man or who have already been broken and never want to be again.

We will make those men regret tricking us.


Author's Note: Okay, this was the last chapter. I couldn't be bothered to continue writing something that didn't interest me anymore and got hardly any reviews, therefore this story is brought to a close.

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