The Revelation (Pandora's Harem 1) A Reverse Harem Tale(3)
She rolls her eyes.
I probably shouldn’t be thinking ill of her if she can read my mind, but oh well, frick it.
She sinks back into her black leather office chair. “Every year I make it my mission to help one student,” she says. “Granted, you’ve already graduated, but since you’re still working for me, still under my thumb so to speak, I feel that you’re qualified for my generosity.”
I’m not so sure dredging up a past like one associated with Pandora, the most impish character in all of history, is a good thing. Os’s revelation still doesn’t explain how she got her hands on the information I’ve spent a lifetime trying to unearth. “I was under the impression my records were sealed and that my birth mother was unknown, since the local paper stated in its write up on me that I was one of those babies left on the doorstep of a fire house.” I know I shouldn’t be challenging a goddess, if in fact Os is a goddess and not just some insane professor who’s gotten a bit in too deep with her work.
“Well, that is where you landed—this time,” Kaye says. “It’s been hard to keep track of you. Even for us Olympians, but I am a determined witch and this time I was emphatic about finding you, especially since that conversation we had about you being an orphan. Your own words confirmed what Zeus and I were thinking, that we had finally located you. You’ve given us the slip several times, thanks to you switching bodies so often since you first came to earth. And don’t go trying to remember any of your past lives because they got wiped clean the second you entered a new person’s body. As for the identity of your true mother, the newspaper article wasn’t too far off the truth. She is, in a sense, unknown, but more accurately she’s a combination of goddesses. And your father is a combination of various gods.”
I sit baffled, my head spinning trying its hardest to take in all this crazy ass information, but the processing of such news is not going smoothly. A pounding ache strikes my temples. I am starting to think Prof. Os has a few screws loose. Maybe even all of them. I mean, who believes they hail from the gods? Certainly not a sane person. I slowly inch off the chair and begin to stand.
“Sit,” Kaye commands, her blue irises shifting to the shade of storms, all gray and cold. The colors are even starting to swirl as if a literal storm is brewing in her soul.
I shiver, fear overtaking my nerves. Either everything the woman is saying is indeed true or I’m in some sort of sick game, or even worse, in the lair of some psychopath, though the swirling eye colors definitely are not a trick of any human. What Kaye is tossing at me is a storm of pure chaos.
Her thin lips lift at the corner. “Yes, Pandora, I am that storm. Welcome to the unstable world of Chaos.”
Oh, shit. Realization sinks in. Real realization, and why now, I don’t know, but it does. Kaye. Os. Chaos…my professor truly is a goddess in her own right. A damn right nasty goddess, but a goddess just the same. I really am fucked.
I swallow. The woman sitting before me isn’t crazy. She’s just from another plane, from Olympus. And apparently, so am I. “Okay, so let’s say what you’re telling me is true. What now? What am I supposed to do with this knowledge? It’s not like I can go out into the world and tell everyone I’m Pandora, the cause of all their ills.”
Kaye leans forward. She rests her elbows on the desk, steeples her fingers beneath her chin. Her stormy eyes now shift completely gray. Very dark gray, like clouds rolling in before one of those hugely destructive storms.
A whiff of her perfume comes my way, teases my nose with notes of cinnamon, winter rain, and roses. I try not to breathe as I have no frickin’ clue what taking in her scent will do to me. I don’t know everything about Chaos, but from what I have learned, I can only surmise she can’t be good for me. She can’t be good for anyone. But I must breathe, so I give in and allow Kay’s rose-scented perfume to seep into my lungs. I pray to the gods it doesn’t destroy my soul.
Kaye’s eye color continues to shift, a far more serious nature settling in to her dark gaze.
A cold chill runs up my spine.
“If I were you,” she says, “and thank the gods I’m not, I would be careful and not divulge anything about myself to anyone. You’re now stepping into our world, the universe of the gods. And you don’t know a darn thing about that existence. At least not the true workings of it.”
She’s right. I don’t have a frickin’ clue where to go from here. But I do know one thing, I’m not a wallflower who backs down in the face of adversity. And just because the woman whose desk I’m sitting in front of happens to be the Greek goddess Chaos, does not mean she can defeat me. In the least, I am not willing to reveal my insecurities to the witch. “Not a problem.” Take that, Chaos. “I’ll simply learn what I need to learn and go from there. I can manage this.”
A laugh, or more accurately a vile cackle, erupts from Kaye’s mouth. “I can see I’m going to have a lot of fun with you, Pandy.” She pushes the huge leather-bound book on her desk in my direction, triggering a series of sparks to bounce off its gold-gilt trimmed edges. “Consider this a little gift from me to you. What you do with it is your choice, but be forewarned…be careful with anything and everything you do and say from this moment forward. You’re on the gods’ radar now. Even the evil ones.”