“It is done, and so am I!” replied the spent Pythoness as she allowed the corpse of Atreus to withdraw from her body as it swung. “I am the last...priestess who can call the world her own. The last true Sibyl of the Goddess.”Pelopia presented her the knife hilt first and slipped to her knees by the swinging corpse of the king of Mycenae.“You will follow me; you will be the cause the death of the son of this king in his hot bath in three decades of years. You will guide his wife in her allotted. ‘Well,’ she began, ‘I really don’t see anything wrong with you. Your body seems to be functioning normally. When did you say that your last period was?’ I shrugged. ‘I’m not quite sure, really.’ Her eyebrows rose at my answer. ‘And you aren’t pregnant?’ I shook my head fiercely. ‘No, of course not! I’ve been on birth control for about eight months now. Besides, I’ve had no morning sickness or anything else. I think my period is just a little late. That or it’s the pill making it irregular.. She’s yours for the evening. Just wait ’til I give the word, that’s all.’ The muscular man nodded as his eyes homed in on the singing star. ‘She looks hot, too,’ he mumbled. Kay let out a soft laugh as she clinked her flute of champagne against his. ‘You need more bubbly,’ she playfully told him. ‘All the women here are hot, darling. Even the waitresses.’ ‘You look good, too, Kay,’ he grunted, half turning towards her. She felt his eyes run down her body as he spoke. Maybe she had time to. She was practically perfect. He wanted her silky, pale skin against his own. He wanted to run his hand along the curve of her hip and trace the insides of her thighs with his fingertips. Her bright red lips made his heart skip and the bright spark hiding in her dark blue eyes stirred him right down to the soul. ‘If they do…’ she turned towards him and within seconds, he had expertly placed his drink on a shelf high above her head and had her cornered between his body and the bookcase. His.