Goddess Unboxed

By Isadora Brown

With the Box and her sister both gone, Pandora needs answers, and quickly.

Zeus demands Pandora and Apollo work together to find the Box. Pandora's focus is her sister and proving Seph's innocence. Just because Seph disappeared at the same time the Box did doesn't mean Seph ran away with it - even if she didn't want to marry Zeus.

But how well does she know Seph?

The last thing Apollo wants is to be involved in this but he can't exactly refuse a direct order from the Golden Prince. Even if that means questioning an ex who knows how to get into the Underworld or dealing with the overzealous Watcher Junior Pandora who's as naive as she is stunning.

Not that he'd ever admit that...sober, at least.

With time ticking down, Pandora and Apollo must find the Box before it falls into the wrong hands. Once the Box is opened, chaos will wreck havoc on Olympus and putting the Titans back inside will be nearly impossible.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Heather C. Myers
• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005013035

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Chapter One

It took three days before the Council gathered together for this meeting. I was sure if Zeus did call it, rather than me and Apollo, it would have been held at my mother’s engagement party if that was what he wanted. Zeus, the Golden Prince, could get anything. He was some kind of savior, strong and brave and loyal to his people.

And yet, the guy was kind of an idiot. It was blasphemous to even think that. I knew that. But this was the same guy Apollo and I caught fucking his ex-girlfriend at his betrothal party. Luckily, my younger sister Seph, his fiancée, was nowhere to be found and didn’t actually see it.

Or unluckily, depending.

The Box was gone too. The reason we were even having this meeting in the first place was the Box. In fact, Zeus got much of his reputation because he managed to send the seven Titans into that Box, protecting Olympus from guaranteed chaos and destruction.

If it fell into the wrong hands…

Worse, if Seph took it…

I tried not to think about it the last three days, but I couldn’t help it. My mother refused to talk to me. She thought this was all my fault. She seemed more concerned that Seph could lose Zeus in all of this and how everyone was going to view her rather than the well-being of Seph and the other Divine in Olympus. 

I wished I had someone to talk to about this. Granted, I had Apollo, strangely enough. But I met him at that party, and I wasn’t sure I actually trusted him. He didn’t seem to want to have anything to do with the Watchers even though he used to be the best. It didn’t even matter that his twin sister Artemis was on the Council, either.

Something happened to him during his time as a Watcher, something bad.

When I needed to distract myself from thoughts of Seph, I threw them at Apollo. The only reason Apollo was even helping was because no one questioned Zeus, not even the sarcastic drunk who wanted nothing to do with being a Watcher. As ignorant, as silly, as Zeus could be, he still commanded a level of unmatched respect.

Apollo came to my door on the third day. It’s time, he said after Rimbaud, our butler, opened the door and announced Apollo’s presence.

I didn’t even grab my purse. I moved down the hallway and to the foyer where Apollo was. I stepped over a broken vase, one of my mother’s precious flowers upended from its home, soil staining the pearl-white marble. I was surprised no one had cleaned it up yet, and wondered, for a moment, if I had the time.

Waiting for a written invitation? Apollo barked from the doorway.

I frowned, wrinkling my nose, and pulled at the brown leather vest I still wasn’t used to wearing.  I was in my Watcher leathers, minus the gloves, my hair pulled into a ponytail. I turned to my mother, idling in the hallway nearby, pretending to be fixated on the contents of her wine glass rather than what was going on between me and Apollo. I waited.

I wasn’t even sure what I was waiting for. Something. Some kind of acknowledgment.

My mother was staring at Apollo, eyes narrowed, nose wrinkled in disgust. Even though I felt the same way about him, some kind of protective instinct kicked in and I glared. She didn’t have the right to judge him. She didn’t even know him. And right now, he was doing a lot more for Seph than she was. Whether it was because Zeus had practically forced his hand was besides the point.

Apollo looked me up and down when we headed out the door. What are you wearing? he asked, his tone flat.

My uniform. I dropped my gaze and took his in. "What are you wearing?"

He had on pants and a t-shirt. Tennis shoes. Completely casual. Indifferent. Like this meeting meant nothing.

I’m not a Watcher, he said, lifting a shoulder. 

So? I threw my arms out. Don’t you care?

About…? An arched brow. He didn’t get it. He really didn’t get it. 

I don’t know, your reputation! I bellowed. I began to stalk the length of the foyer, stomping my booted feet. How can you show up to a Council meeting in jeans? Like…that’s so disrespectful.

You think I give a fuck? he growled. You gonna come, or what? I don’t have to be there, you know.

This time, I smirked. Yes, you are, I said. Zeus wants you to be part of this. I don’t know why –

"He doesn’t trust you, junior, he said as I closed the door. I flipped him off and he cracked a grin. Feisty, even so early in the morning."

I had my coffee, I said, lifting a shoulder. Maybe you could grab a cup. Might help you with your crankiness.

His grin only widened. Sorry, sweetheart, he said. This crankiness is all natural and can’t be cured with coffee.

I grunted. Maybe you just haven’t had the right kind of coffee, I pointed out.

We stopped in front of his car and he managed to actually open the door for me before walking around and getting in the driver’s seat.

You didn’t have to dress up, you know, he said, eyeing my uniform again as he started the car. You look ridiculous. Do you honestly think they’re going to take you seriously just because you wear what they tell you to wear?

What is your problem? I crossed my arms over my chest and my seatbelt, adjusting myself in the seat. The cracked leather seemed to retain the stale scent of cigarettes. By my feet, there was a crumpled brown bag with an empty glass of an expensive alcohol. I didn’t recognize the brand. "What happened to you, anyway? You were the most revered Watcher, like, in the history of Watchers. Sure, Zeus might have Boxed up the Titans, but you faced everything else. You sent Deimos and Phobos to the