Chapter 10

Hephaestus POV

I watched as mother sat stiffly on the chair I had offered her. She had shared it suspiciously, probably remembering a time.i had tried to trap her with the things I made.

I had been clamoring for attention then. The ugly hated son of Hera, hurled down from Olympus trying to secure his place among his fellow gods.

It had been a futile task, but yet I had pushed on.

And where exactly is that getting me?

“What recent things have you done for me?” Hera asked.

That was it. No check ups. No concern about me or how I had lived in the past decade. Hera had made it clear that I wasn't the son she wanted when she thought about producing an offspring all on her own.

And yet somehow, I still could not live with that.

I watched the cold stiff form.of mother. Her eyes were a sharp gold that rivaled mine, her dress shimmered every time she so much as moved a muscle.

I had not seen her in fifty human years.

Fifty.<