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and ordered it stabled. The stables were nice, it was true, but the poor thing still looked miserable, locked up like this.
    Tiptoeing on bare feet, Klea stole over to the stall, doing her best not to wake the horses or give the stable boys a hint she was there. She could hear the deer stand up in its stall, saw it sniff at the air as she slid the lock loose, wincing every time it clanked. The bolt came loose and she opened the big wooden door outward. It creaked a little in the cold air, but it didn’t matter anymore, because the deer was free. It lowered its head and looked up at her, golden antlers gleaming, and it nuzzled her hand. Klea stroked its velvety nose for a moment, amazed at how soft it was. Then, the deer licked the palm of her hand, lifted its nose to sniff the air, and bounded off. The king had said it was faster than an arrow in flight and he hadn’t been lying. It was out of sight before she could blink, gone back to its rightful owner, just like she’d promised. Klea shivered in the early morning air and listened to the horses nickering as they began to wake up.

    Predictably, the king was furious, but Klea wasn’t in the mood to care about his feelings. She was Zeus’ daughter, anyway, so what exactly was Eurystheus going to do? He could give her shitty tasks, sure, but he was doing that anyway. Actually punishing her might invoke her dad’s wrath, and the king wasn’t willing to risk that.
    Right now, he was storming around his bedchamber in a bathrobe as Klea stood by a window.
    “—explicitly said that you’re to follow my commands,” he was going on. “Letting the deer go was absolutely not in my commands. I ought to have you locked up.”
    “Probably,” said Klea. She crossed her arms and looked out the window. Let him try it.
    The king didn’t say anything for a moment, and Klea turned back. He was two feet away from her, holding perfectly still, watching her with those intense, dark eyes.
    “He doesn’t see everything,” he said quietly.
    Klea stared at him a moment.
    “Who?” she said.
    “You know who.”
    “You going to test that theory?”
    “I don’t need to test it. I already know it’s true.”
    Klea hated him. She hated his face, she hated the haughty way he conducted himself, she hated his absolute confidence in everything he did. She hated that, when he said he didn’t need to test his theory, her resolve faltered.
    “You have far too high an opinion of yourself,” she said.
    He took a step closer. His mouth wasn’t smiling but something played around his eyes. The fucker looked like he was having fun.
    “Your father spends most of his time chasing tail and impregnating half the mortal women in Greece,” he said. His voice was very, very quiet. “And everyone knows he’s much more interested in his next conquest than in the children he already has.”
    Klea stood her ground. “It’s not my father you need to worry about,” she said, her voice just as quiet as his. “I could break you in half myself.”
    The king’s lips lifted the tiniest bit, into what Klea would have sworn was an amused smile. “Maybe,” he said. He turned and walked back into his bedchamber, robe flowing behind him as he strode to a desk filled with scrolls and maps. “In any case, now that you let the hind go I need another animal. You’re to fetch me the Erymanthian boar. Alive .”
    Klea tried not to smile. So far, every one of the king’s errands—kill the Nemean lion, kill the hydra, fetch the deer with the golden antlers—had involved a good hard fucking, something she very much missed living at the absolutely prudish palace. A boar didn’t sound particularly sexy, but then again, neither had anything else.
    “Where is it?” she asked.
    Eurystheus shrugged. He sat at his desk and picked up some papers.
    “You’ve got no idea.”
    “There’s a group of centaurs living in the caves by the Limni river. Maybe you can get them to tell you something,” he said,