Chasing Adonis

by Gina Ardito

  Chasing Adonis

  By Gina Ardito

  The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

  ©Copyright 2012 by Victoria Ardito

  All Rights Reserved

  Other Books by Gina Ardito

  Eternally Yours

  The Gift of the Magic (Mistletoe and Magic Anthology)

  Nobody’s Darling (Book I of the Nobody Series)

  Nobody’s Business (Book II of the Nobody Series)

  Nobody’s Perfect (Book III of the Nobody Series)

  A Little Slice of Heaven

  A Run for the Money

  The Bonds of Matri-money

  Books by Gina Ardito writing as Katherine Brandon

  Echoes of Love

  Kismet’s Angel (Book I of the Kismet Series)

  Kismet’s Revenge (Book II of the Kismet Series)

  Kismet’s Salvation (Book III of the Kismet Series)

  Dedication

  For my son, Nick, whose love for the Greek myths inspired this story. You are poised for great things in life. Grab them all! I’m so grateful fate chose me to be your mom.

  Prologue

  Persephone, goddess of the Underworld, fought to stifle her delight at this luscious turn of events.

  Lines of grief etched Aphrodite’s brow. The goddess of love and beauty looked anything but the part. Swollen, red-rimmed eyes stared out from sunken, pale cheeks. Her normally lustrous hair hung lank down her back. Persephone’s sharp vision, well accustomed to her gloomy surroundings, even noted a few tangles and snarls among those famous golden curls.

  Yes, today was a very good day. A day she intended to savor as long as possible.

  “Well, Aphrodite?” She stood, arms akimbo, sandaled foot tapping impatiently on the agate floor. “To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?”

  Aphrodite fell to her knees, head bowed, and hands extended toward her rival in supplication. “Please, have mercy. You know how I loved Adonis. Return him to me, I beg of you.”

  Her pitiful cries bounced off Persephone’s cold heart like arrows against Apollo’s shield. “There is nothing I can do, daughter of Zeus. Ares sent the boar to kill Adonis. I have no power to change the fates of mortals. Even now Charon rows your lover’s body across the River Acheron to us.”

  Aphrodite’s keening wail filled the ghostly air as she tore at her hair. “You have no heart, Persephone!”

  Before Persephone might argue, a whispered voice filled her senses. “Show my niece compassion, beautiful one.”

  She turned to where her husband, Hades, sat upon his ebony throne. At her questioning look, he nodded. In her mind, an idea blossomed. A terribly clever idea. Biting back another smile, she returned her attention to the overwrought goddess prostrate at her feet. “Rise, Aphrodite. Rise and hear my words.”

  The weeping deity quieted at once and stood, focusing tear-rimmed eyes upon Hades’s queen.

  “It is said love knows no boundaries—be they earth or heaven made,” Persephone announced. “This, then, is my decree. Five thousand years from today, I shall return Adonis to earth to begin life anew as a mortal. When Adonis reaches the thirtieth year in this new life, you may appear to pursue your lover’s heart—but as a mortal yourself. You must not reveal your past kinship, nor shall you use magic to entice Adonis to your side. No gods may assist you, and your son will shoot no arrows. If Adonis sees you through love’s eyes and returns your affection, you shall be reunited for all eternity. But if Adonis’s heart favors another in this second journey of life, you shall relinquish all rights to your lover and never appear before me again. Do you agree?”

  Relief erased the lines and tears from Aphrodite’s face, leaving her complexion dewy soft. “Thank you.”

  “Do not thank me,” Persephone said with a sniff of disdain. “Yet state before witnesses you understand the terms of my decision and agree to them.”

  Aphrodite clasped her hands to her breast. “I swear by the River Styx, I understand the terms and shall abide by them.”

  Satisfied, Persephone waved a hand. “Be gone, then.”

  The moment her words touched the hopeless air, Aphrodite disappeared. Only the mourning sighs of the dead remained to echo in the chamber.

  “You are devious, beautiful one,” Hades chastised.

  “I am compassionate, Husband.”

  “You did not tell Aphrodite the truth.”

  She shrugged. “That only means I have a sense of humor.”

  “And when will my niece learn the full details of Adonis’s return to earth?”

  Her laughter tinkled through the Underworld, an unusual sound in such a somber setting. “I should imagine the moment Adonis is reborn a female.”

  Chapter One

  The Big Three-Oh.

  Adara Berros stared at her reflection in the dance club’s ladies room mirror. Did she look any different? She certainly didn’t feel any different than she had fifteen minutes ago. When she was still twenty-nine.

  The smoky shadow, mascara, and liner she’d drawn on earlier this evening couldn’t hide the fear in her eyes. Thirty years old, and she’d already seen too much of the world. Too much ugliness, too much death. Even the three margaritas she’d downed at tonight’s birthday celebration hadn’t brightened her bleak mood. She studied her blotchy skin. Maybe she should switch to vodka martinis. Tequila prematurely aged a woman.

  On a rising crescendo of dance music, the restroom door squealed open, and a gaggle of giggling young women stumbled inside.

  “Did you see the hottie who just came in?” one of them asked, gaze still pinned to the bar area behind the open door. She wore a silver spangled halter top and jeans that looked painted on her size two frame. “Omigod, he’s gawr-jus!”

  “You’re engaged, Lizzie,” her similarly shiny, skin-tight outfitted companion remarked with a smirk.

  “I know,” the first woman replied as she let the door swing shut. “I can look, but can’t touch.”

  They broke into cackling laughter, raucous as crows, then lined up near the row of stalls. Adara took one last opportunity to straighten the gold pendant that lay at the center of her neckline. The medallion, with Apollo’s head engraved on one side, the Parthenon on the other, had been a special gift from her mother decades ago. Today of all days, she missed her mom. Even wearing this reminder didn’t ease her grief.

  With a sigh, she left the restroom. The heavy whumpa-whumpa-whumpa of the dance music reverberated through her bones until the familiar tune engendered a what-the-hell reaction from her. The 70’s disco classic, Heaven Must Be Missing An Angel. Really? Who chose this moldy oldie? She wended her way through the undulating throng toward the bar where her friends perched on stools, their collection of purses holding her seat until she returned.

  Jayne spotted her first. “Woo-hoo!” she shouted, waving frantically. “Just in time, Dara. We’re doing shots. Come on.”

  Adara’s stomach pitched. God, no. She’d hoped the tequila would numb her tonight. Instead, the caustic liquor had only nauseated her. As she reached her circle of friends: loud and chunky Jayne, short and sassy Renee, and fresh-faced Chloe, she shook her head. “Sorry, girls, but I’m out.”

  A chorus of “Awwww…” erupted.

  “You can’t leave yet,” Jayne whined. Through teeth clamped in a dazzling smile, she added, “Take a look at what just walked in. Corner of the bar. Behind me.”

  Adara glanced over Jayne’s shoulder.

  “Be cool,” Renee admonished with a quick elbow jab to Adara’s upper arm.

  The moment her gaze locked on the stranger at the bar, she understood the fuss. Despite the dimness of the bar area in contrast with the multi-colored lights swirling on the da
nce floor, he seemed to glow golden. He was dressed entirely in white, yet the lack of color only enhanced his brilliance. His hair, a gleam of sunshine, framed a leonine face and cascaded to his broad shoulders. At least a dozen women hovered around him like beautiful butterflies entranced by a flame.

  He must have sensed her staring because he looked in her direction and smiled at her. Adara’s knees buckled. His smile practically caressed her from the juncture at her neck all the way down to her toes.

  Happy birthday, my darling. His voice, a husky murmur in her ear, sent delicious shivers across her flesh.

  “You okay, Dara?” Jayne cocked her head and stared at her through eyes glassy with the effects of too much tequila.

  She waved off Jayne’s concern, as well as her vivid imagination. Stupid. Now she was hearing men talk in her head. Drop dead sexy men, she amended as she dared another look across the bar. When their gazes locked a second time, he moved, with fluid grace, away from the crush of desperate women preening for his attention. Hypnotized, Adara stood stone still and watched his approach.

  Don’t be afraid, Adara.

  His use of her name, even if it was only in her head, broke the spell. Panic set in. Her heartbeat sped up, and she couldn’t seem to catch her breath. He knew her. How? Shuffling through the pile of purses on her stool, she located the familiar pink pleather handle and yanked hers out. “I don’t feel very good,” she blurted. “I’m gonna grab a cab and head home.”

  Wait for me, my darling. We need to be alone.

  The beautiful stranger was here for her. If his Vulcan mind-meld game hadn’t told her, his intense focus as he strode toward her clinched her suspicions.

  “Adaraaaaa!” Chloe whined. “It’s your birthday. You can’t go home yet.”

  “And that guy is coming over here,” Jayne said. “I think he’s interested in one of us.”

  “In me,” Adara whispered hoarsely. Her throat tightened, fear becoming a noose around her neck. “He’s staring at me.”

  “Lucky you,” Jayne replied with an exaggerated leer.

  “No. I have to get out of here. Now.” Before anyone could stop her, she turned and fled onto the dance floor.

  Adara, my darling. Stop. Don’t be afraid.

  “Stay away from me!” She clapped her hands over her ears to drown out the voice in her head. The dance music pumping through the club’s speakers thumped inside her skull. Jostled by the throng of dancers, she zipped like a pinball, bouncing off a couple to the right, a cluster of girls on the left, aimed for the rear of the dance club. Screw the cab. She was going to have to make a run for it.

  Pete, one of the bartenders, coming from the backroom, stopped her cold. “Whoa, easy there, sweetheart. You can’t go out that way.”

  “Please.” Wild with the terror pulsing in her veins, she clasped her hands. “Someone’s after me.”

  His attitude went from annoyed at another drunken chick to protective guardian. “You sure?”

  She craned her neck to see where he was, couldn’t find him in the crowd.

  Adara. Please. I mean you no harm.

  She nodded at Pete. “He’s out there somewhere.”

  “Okay, okay. Come with me.” One arm wrapped around her waist, he pulled her close against him, shielding her with his brawn.

  She nuzzled into the softness of his black t-shirt, her fingers clutching the belt loop of his jeans. He smelled of liquor and sweat.

  Pushing open the door behind him, he hustled her inside. Once the door shut firmly behind them, she broke out of his hold. He flipped on the light, which nearly scalded her with the sudden glare. He’d taken her into the storage room. Cases of flavored vodkas, rum, and tequila lined the walls. Cardboard boxes blared brand names of bottled beer: Budweiser, Amstel Light, Samuel Adams.

  “Who is this guy?” Pete asked urgently. “Do you want me to call the cops?” He gestured to a black phone mounted on the wall.

  Did she? And what would she tell them? That some gorgeous guy was trying to pick her up in a bar, but she wasn’t interested? Hardly a 911 emergency. If they didn’t arrest her for wasting their time, they’d just shake their heads and go back to their coffee and doughnuts.

  “No,” she told Pete at last. “Can I…?” She swallowed hard, tried to slow her pounding heart with a deep, shuddering inhale, exhale. “Can I just hide out here for a while? Maybe he’ll think I slipped out the back?”

  “Tell me who he is, and I’ll have Rocco throw him out,” Pete offered.

  “No.” She shook her head. “If he gets thrown out of here, he’ll just wait for me outside. But if he thinks I managed to get away from him, he’ll either leave here to try to find me or give up.”

  Pete’s focus sharpened. “Are you sure you don’t want me to call the cops?”

  Her teeth dug into her lower lip, but she fisted her hands and nodded.

  “At least tell me what the guy looks like so I can let you know when he’s gone.”

  She didn’t need to. The way her body continually thrummed, she knew the man was still looking for her on the dance floor. She could almost picture him, could definitely hear him calling her. His melodious voice, lyrical and disarming, echoed in her head. Adara? Where are you?

  “Tall, blond hair, really good looking,” she recited. “You can’t miss him. All the females in the club are orbiting him like satellites.”

  “I saw him when he came in.” Pete opened the door a crack, peeked out, then closed the door and shook his head. “I don’t see him now.” His scrutiny intensified to laser beam. “How much have you had to drink tonight?”

  He didn’t say it, but she sensed the rest of that question was, So much that you’re seeing villains where there are none?

  And honestly? She didn’t know. The walls closed in on her. Her vision blurred around the edges. The air stifled, too heavy for her to pull any into her lungs. Inside her purse, her cell phone rang. Probably her friends looking for her. Whatever the purpose of the call, the excerpt from her current favorite song that served as her ringtone shook her into action again.

  “I…” she gasped. “I…think…I’d better…go.” Hefting her purse onto her shoulder, she stumbled forward. Head down, she yanked open the door.

  Ignoring Pete’s shouted, “Hey!” she fled across the dance floor, past the bar, and out into the humid night.

  ~~~~

  The immortals of Mount Olympus gathered to watch the events unfolding on earth. Only those deities whose realms lay outside the heavenly abode did not attend the soiree. And while they may not have been in residence, they were surely aware of the goings-on. After five thousand years of waiting, no one wanted to miss the denouement to the legend of Aphrodite and her beloved Adonis.

  Those fortunate enough to reside in the cosmos, however, viewed Aphrodite’s arrival on earth with the same keen interest die-hard sports fans reserve for the Super Bowl or World Series.

  Apollo clucked his tongue. “Aphrodite always had a flair for the dramatic.”

  “‘Tis true,” his twin, Artemis, interjected with an amused titter. “Yet, how else would she make herself known to Adonis? To appear among the earthbound at a moment’s notice has always been difficult, but in these times, it is quite dangerous. We cannot materialize in all our supernal splendor without blinding the humans. If we change into an animal such as a swan or a bull, we risk being killed by a hunter. If we transform into a shower of gold or some other more natural phenomenon, earth’s scientists come running with their exploratory equipment to measure our elemental qualities. And if we remain invisible, our lovers are trapped in hospitals, thought to be insane.”

  Athena sighed, and the snowy owl seated upon her bare left shoulder took flight around the pink-hued heavens. “The earth of today bears little resemblance to the Golden Age of Athens and Sparta, does it not?”

  “To be sure,” Eros remarked with a smirk. “I do not envy my mother this chase.”

  “I, too,” a sinister voice announced, “intend
to become involved in this debacle.”

  Until that moment, no one had noticed the sullen Ares, Aphrodite’s former lover, standing alone in the darkest corner of the assembly room.

  Deafening thunder rumbled through the clouds at their feet, and all eyes turned to Zeus seated upon his celestial throne.

  “Ares.” Zeus’s eyes flashed with summer lightning. “You shall not harm Adara. ‘Twas you who sent the boar to kill Adonis. This time, I will brook no interference from your jealous nature.”

  “Oh, I will not harm Adara,” the god of war replied, a wry smile twisting his thin lips. “I shall merely make our Aphrodite’s chase more challenging.”

  ~~~~

  Adara didn’t stop running until she’d left the parking lot, crossed the street, and wound up two blocks from the dance club. Assured she’d put distance between herself and the stranger, she stopped. Bent at the waist, she struggled to catch her breath. Her medallion dangled from her neck, and once again she touched the talisman to link her to the memory of her mother. Her breathing returned to a more normal pattern, and she shook off the trepidation, tossed back her shoulders, then walked toward a nearby twenty-four hour supermarket. She’d call for a cab from there.

  “Adara.” That hauntingly lovely voice stopped her in her tracks. She turned to confront the stranger, but headlights from an oncoming car blinded her. As she lifted a hand to shield her eyes, the roar of the engine grew louder.

  Holy crap, the car jumped the curb and sped down the sidewalk. Straight toward her!

  “Adara, my darling, no.”

  A heavy object collided with her left side at the same time the car struck her. She flew up, then landed on the car’s hood and rolled toward the windshield. Ka-whump! Her forehead collided with the gap between the hood and the windshield. Stars erupted inside her skull. She felt herself rolling forward. Searing heat burned her skin where her clothing didn’t cover her: arms, knees, and calves. The hood ornament did nothing to prevent her from falling off the car and onto the pavement with a bone-crunching thud. Pain splintered across her right hip, traveled down her leg.