The clouds parted as they crossed into Olympus.
White marble towers rose from the mountainside, their tips hidden in gold light. The wind here carried the scent of myrrh and fresh rain, warm against the skin.
Lucifer slowed his pace just enough to take it all in. His eyes swept over every pillar, every garden, every goddess and nymph walking the courtyards. And, of course, he winked at each one that glanced his way.
A few giggled. A few frowned. One rolled her eyes. Lucifer seemed pleased with all of them.
"You're going to make enemies before you even sit down," Zeus muttered without looking back.
"Enemies, friends—sometimes the same thing," Lucifer replied, flashing a flirty smile at a passing handmaiden. "Besides, you really have a lot of beautiful people here. Almost distracting."
"Almost?"
Lucifer smirked. "You're still in front of me."
Zeus didn't dignify that with a response.
