Chapter Nine
Alina’s high heels clopped on the deck. A stiff breeze blew up her short skirt. She would have preferred something more practical that didn’t show off her underwear, but the ridiculous French maid getup was necessary to blend with the service staff on the yacht. They had all the technology and advances in the world, but some people didn’t change.
She stopped pushing her small cart to look out over the vast ocean surrounding the vessel. The beautiful clear blue made her happy, and Earth was the only planet in the entire UTC with so much water. It was special, and the idea of conspiracy scum touching that beautiful water disgusted her.
“You’re all Lycaon,” Alina muttered under her breath. “Instead of trying to trick Zeus into eating a person, you’re trying to trick the entire
