"Curse Of Cupid" - читать интересную книгу автора (McKay Christine)

Constantine knelt beside the stream. Cupping his hands, he splashed water on his
face. The shocking cold sent his breath hissing from his lungs. He wanted to strip and
wash. But no amount of scrubbing could cleanse ErosТ touch. She was the goddess of
love and Constantine, as Cupid, was her slave. He could handle it when Eros chose to
have her female form serviced. Last night she had been in a gender-bending mood and
no matter what he did, he couldnТt please her.

His body ached. Leaning against a tree trunk, he winced. Apparently, she had left
some marks as well. He plucked a few loose feathers out of his wings. A light breeze
tumbled them along the streamТs edge, a sliver of ice amongst the green.

A fat black spider slid down its silken web, dangling in front of his face. The wind
made it swing back and forth like a mini-wrecking ball, tossing it higher and higher.

Constantine scurried out of its way on hands and knees. His wings smacked into
some low-hanging branches, abruptly halting his escape.

He found himself facing Lachesis. The middle goddess of fate wore her dark
chocolate hair in an elegant braid-wrapped bun at the nape of her neck. Her face was
lined with fine creases at the edges of her mouth and corners of her eyes. A slight smile
played at her lips.

УCon, Con, Con,Ф she tsked. УYou never fail to fall for that.Ф

УHave pity. I was mortal once,Ф he complained. He stood, picking twigs out of his
hair and wings.


УAnd still so vain.Ф The quirk of the lips became a real smile, stripping years off her
face. For a goddess who remained in a perpetual state of middle age, she was still a
beautiful woman.

He gave her a quick peck on the cheek. УSo who do you want to fall in love today?Ф

УYou.Ф

The smile died on his face. УI hadnТt picked you to be the cruel one of the Fates.Ф

Lachesis sighed and patted his cheek. УEros tortures you.Ф

He glanced away and bent to retrieve his bow. УYes, wellЕI am her servant.Ф

УSlave,Ф Lachesis corrected.

УLachesis,Ф he began, then checked himself. She was of the same species that
enslaved him. Arguing with a god would get him nowhere. УIТm told I earned it,Ф he
muttered.

УNonsense.Ф She sounded so like his mother that he smiled. Then heartache set in.