The Goddess Test Boxed Set: Goddess Interrupted\The Goddess Inheritance\The Goddess Legacy (83 page)

At last she crumbled. “All right,” she said quietly. “You have
my vote.”

I rose and kissed her cheek. “Thank you.” She would never have
my forgiveness, and I would never be her sister again no matter how I addressed
her, but if she did this for me, I would stick to my word and bless Hades's
marriage.

“We still don't have the numbers though, even with Ares and
Hephaestus,” said Hestia, and I straightened.

“We don't, but we will.” I gave them both cordial nods. “Expect
a council meeting to be called within the hour.” And in the meantime, with a
little luck, Demeter wouldn't have a change of heart. But she loved her
daughter, that much was obvious, and she wanted the best for her. The only way
she could get it was through me.

* * *

As I stood outside Aphrodite's room, waiting for the
courage to enter, I tried to think of what I was going to say. I had nothing to
offer. Nothing to make up for what she would lose if she voted with me. But even
during the most heated of debates, Aphrodite had never been particularly vocal.
Ruling wasn't in her blood, and perhaps that could work for me.

At last I took a breath and knocked. I would find a way
somehow. Everyone had a weakness.

“Just a second!” called Aphrodite, and through the curtain, I
heard her giggle. Something rustled, and I thought I heard a male voice murmur
something. “All right, come in!”

Wary, I stepped inside. Aphrodite lounged on her bed,
practically glowing, and a smile danced on her lips. As I'd predicted, she
wasn't alone. Leaning against the wall was Ares. Apparently his interest wasn't
simple wishful thinking.

“Hello, Aphrodite,” I said. “Ares. Did I interrupt?”

Ares opened his mouth to say something, but Aphrodite quickly
cut him off. “Nothing that can't be resumed at a later time. I'm sorry, did you
want to speak with him?”

“As it happens, I came to see you.” I turned to my son. “You
wouldn't mind giving us a minute, would you, dear?”

He sighed dramatically, as if I'd asked him to carry the world.
“Fine.”

“I love you,” I said, giving him a kiss on the cheek. He
reluctantly returned it before trudging out of the room. Once he was gone, I
moved closer to Aphrodite. “I'm sorry about the intrusion.”

“Oh, it's fine,” she said, waving her hand. She sat up and ran
her fingers through her blond curls. “It's good to see you again. Ares didn't
tell me you were coming for a visit.”

“That's because I'm not here for a visit.” I forced myself to
smile as if this were all my idea. “I've returned to Olympus.”

She beamed and leaped for me before I had the chance to move
away. Catching me in an embrace, she kissed both my cheeks. “Oh, that's
fantastic! Ares will be so pleased. He missed you, you know.”

“And I missed him.” I gingerly removed her arms and sat down on
the edge of the bed. “I'm surprised the two of you have grown so…close. Did Zeus
decide not to arrange your marriage after all?”

Aphrodite made a face. “Oh, he did, all right. Or—I guess
Hephaestus suggested it, actually, though Daddy never gave me the chance to say
no—”

“Wait.” I frowned. “You mean Hephaestus is marrying you?”

She nodded grimly. “I mean, I'm sure he's a good guy and all,
just—not my type, you know? I'd much rather get to choose, but…” She shrugged.
“Daddy's the head of the council.”

Everything couldn't have been more perfect if the Fates
themselves had intervened. Perhaps they had. I didn't blame Hephaestus for this
arrangement—no doubt Zeus had orchestrated the whole thing, knowing how much it
would bother me to see my son marry a woman who didn't love him. But in doing
so, Zeus had unwittingly sprung his own trap upon himself.

I set my hand over hers, the most affection I'd ever shown her.
“How would you like to choose who you marry? Or not have to marry at all?”

Her eyes lit up. “You could do that? You could talk to Daddy
and convince him otherwise?”

“No,” I said slowly. “I could be the one in charge of your
marriage. I could be the one with the power to arrange it.”

She frowned. “I don't understand. That's Daddy's job.”

“Only because he's head of the council.” I squeezed her hand.
“There will be a vote tonight to decide whether or not to terminate his rule.
When the six of us united to form the council, it was always our plan to have
equal say. To make things fair.”

“Everyone already has equal say,” she said, a line forming in
the middle of her brow.

“No, we do not,” I said gently. “Because Zeus has so many
children who readily agree with him, he always gets his way. Like with your
wedding, even though you don't want to go through with it. But if we restore the
council to its original intent…”

I trailed off, watching her expression flicker as she absorbed
my proposition. “I wouldn't be on the council, then,”

“On the contrary, you would all still remain on the council as
advisors. It would just be the six of us who make the final decisions, that's
all. As it was when the council first formed.”

“Oh.” She twirled the ends of her hair around her fingers. “And
if I did this, you would let me marry Ares?”

“Or not marry at all, if you so wish,” I repeated. “You would
have complete control over your life.”

Slowly her pink lips twisted into a smile. “And we wouldn't
have to sit through all those boring meetings?”

“Not unless you wanted to. All I need is your vote, and it will
be settled.”

Aphrodite beamed. “You'll have it. This is brilliant—thank you
so much, Hera.” She captured me in another hug. “I really did miss you, you
know.”

I patted her hair. It was easy—too easy, and part of me knew I
was taking advantage of her ignorance. But I had nothing to feel guilty for.
This was the way it was supposed to be. And this was the only way we would
restore balance. Zeus couldn't be allowed a monopoly over the council any
longer, and whether Aphrodite fully understood the implications or not, it
didn't matter. I was doing the right thing.

“I missed you, too,” I murmured. And to my surprise, I realized
it was the truth.

* * *

Everything fell into place. Seven votes, that was all I
needed, and now I had them.

Hades. Hestia. Demeter. Ares. Hephaestus. Myself. And now
Aphrodite.

I arrived in the throne room long before the council meeting
began. I'd missed the feeling of my throne, the power it emanated and the way it
seemed to welcome me into its embrace. And as I waited, I stroked my peacock,
listening to its soft coos. Everything would be all right. It already was.

I'd won.

The council began to gather shortly after. My sisters first,
and then Poseidon and the children. Hades arrived on time, and finally Zeus
strode into the room, his golden hair gleaming in the sunlight. There was a new
boy now as well, one too young to have a throne, but he sat at Zeus's feet.
Another one of his bastards, then. How cute.

“I call this meeting to order,” said Zeus, although I was the
one who had summoned everyone. He stood, radiating power as he always did, but
instead it seemed to form a shield between us. As if he could sense the tension
and knew I was his enemy now. “To begin—”

“Pardon me,” I murmured with faux politeness, and I too stood.
Two could play at this game. “But I believe this is my meeting to direct.”

“On the contrary, I am the one who leads them regardless of who
called it,” said Zeus.

I narrowed my eyes. “And how can you lead us when you do not
know what is on the agenda?”

“I think you will find my leadership to be anything but lacking
today,” he said, and he gestured. “Please, sit.”

Every single member of the council stared at me. I caught
Hades's eye, and he nodded briefly. It would do me no good to stir up trouble in
the minutes before I asked the council to trust me, and though it killed my
pride to do so, I sat down.

“Thank you.” Zeus stood to his full height. “We are all here
today to discuss a dire matter, one that threatens the very foundation of our
existence. Treason.”

I froze. What was he talking about?

Zeus turned to face me, a golden aura glowing around him.
“Hera, have you or have you not spent the day convincing six of our rank to vote
to have my children stripped of their thrones and me removed as King?”

It took every ounce of self-control I possessed to keep my
composure. Who had told him? I glanced at Demeter, but she frowned, as confused
as I was. Who, then?

Aphrodite. As my gaze landed on her, she looked down at her
hands, and her cheeks turned pink. Traitor.

I had no choice now but to go through with it. Zeus could
posture all he wanted—if he didn't have the votes, he didn't have the votes. I
stood. “I did not realize that discussing a return to the natural order of
things was considered treason.”

“And what, pray tell, is your definition of the
natural order
of things?” said Zeus.

I drew my shoulders back, every inch a queen. “I wish to
introduce a motion to return the council to its rightful state, where only the
original six of us shall be allowed to cast a vote. Everyone else may remain on
as advisors, but it is only fair and right that we be the ones to make the final
decisions. I do not think it is any great assumption to say that lately there
has been no variation in the decisions this council has made. The same people—”
I focused on Zeus, and then on the cluster of his illegitimate children “—have
made each decision, ignoring the voices of others. That is not a council. That
is a dictatorship, and I refuse to stand for it.”

“It is treason,” said Zeus, and thunder filled the throne room.
“Wishing to replace your king—”

“You are not my king, nor will you ever be. You are a liar, a
thief, and you have no right to rule over us all. You are no better than me, no
more powerful than any of us, and you have proven time and time again that you
cannot uphold the morals this council demands of its members.”

“And you can?” said Zeus.

“Yes,” I said with a sniff. “I can.”

“As I recall, pride is still considered to be a deadly mark
against any candidate,” he said. “As is envy.”

“As is lust,” I snapped. “A crime you have committed more often
than I have ever succumbed to pride or envy.”

“Then by your own admission, neither of us is fit to rule,” he
said. “Yet here we are. I will not force my children to give up their rightful
places on the council, places they have earned by passing the very test you
created, when you yourself could not pass it.”

“And I will not back down until equality and fairness are
restored.”

“Then we find ourselves at a standstill.” He folded his hands.
“As I am still King, I will allow you a choice. If we take this vote and you
win, we will do as you ask. But if I win, then you will be stripped of your
title. You will remain in Olympus, where I can keep an eye on you, and you will
grant me a divorce.”

I gaped at him. “That is completely unfair.”

“Is it? Perhaps you ought to consider yourself lucky you are
not being tried for treason right now instead.” He nodded toward the council.
“Tell me, Hera. Would you like to vote on it?”

I looked around the circle. My sisters both watched me, as did
Hades. My sons would support me no matter what. And Aphrodite…

Somehow Zeus must have gotten to her. Perhaps in her
excitement, she blurted out my promises, not realizing what the consequences
would be. Surprise was not an integral part of this, but it would have helped to
catch Zeus unaware. And if he had convinced her to change her vote…

I had to take that risk. For the sake of the council, for the
sake of equality, for the sake of humanity, I had to try. And at last, I
nodded.

“Let us vote.”

We went around the circle once. Hephaestus, sitting beside me,
pledged his loyalty to me. As did Hades, as did Demeter, as did Hestia. As I'd
predicted, Athena, Apollo, Artemis and Poseidon did not hesitate to vote with
Zeus. And Ares voted with me.

At last it was on Aphrodite's shoulders. She sat on the other
side of Zeus, wringing her hands uncertainly, and several seconds passed in
silence. She couldn't change her vote. She couldn't.

Remember
. I pushed my thoughts
toward her.
You can have Ares. You can have the love you
desire. All you have to do is say yes.

She looked up at me, her eyes red.
I can't
be disloyal to my father. I can't hurt him like that.

And what about your loyalty to yourself?
What about your loyalty to Ares?

She looked at my son, who watched her with the same intensity
as I did. Opening her mouth, she started to say something, but on her other
side, Zeus set his hand over hers. That bastard. Loyalty was earned, not taken,
and if he thought he could control her like that, snatching away her choice—

Power emanated from me before I realized what I was doing. As
the invisible tendrils reached Aphrodite, her face went blank, and I slowly
untied her connection to Zeus. It was so easy—so simple to remove that hold he
had over her. To let her live. To give her freedom.

“Hera.”
Zeus's voice boomed.
Aphrodite blinked, and all of my work unraveled. “What do you think you're
doing?”

I gritted my teeth. “Giving her a choice.”

In an instant, golden ropes flew from the air around me,
binding me to my throne. I gasped, struggling to free myself, but it was no use.
“You may not have considered this treason before, but now it is undeniable,”
said Zeus, his voice echoing with the command of a king. “You are hereby
stripped of your title—”