CHAPTER TWENTY
Athena didn’t move too quickly as she made her way around Delos. The weight of the amphora of wine she carried prevented it, but it was about more than that. She’d learned quickly that it was better to move slow than fast. Better not to attract attention. She hid her disgust at the drudgery, thinking instead about all that it allowed her to do.
“You there,” a voice snapped, and Athena turned to see soldiers coming out of an alley. Three of them, their leader with a mustache that seemed designed to make up for the lack of hair on his skull. “What are you doing?”
Athena didn’t bother hiding her fear. The soldiers would have been more suspicious if she’d looked unafraid. More than that, fear was what they wanted from her. Athena just hoped that it was all they wanted. Delos
