The Tyrant's Tomb

“What’s so funny?” Meg asked. A smile tugged at her mouth, as if she
wanted to join in the joke. Which was, of course, me.
“Nothing.” Reyna held her breath for a moment, then lost it again in a fit
of giggles. Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, daughter of Bellona, feared
praetor of the Twelfth Legion, giggling.
At last she seemed to regain some of her self-control. Her eyes danced
with humor. Her cheeks glowed beet-red. Her smile made her seem like a
different person—a happy different person.
“Thanks, Lester,” she said. “I needed that. Now let’s go find the
soundless god, shall we?”
She led the way up the hill, holding her ribs as if her chest still hurt from
too much hilarity.
Then and there, I decided that if I ever became a god again, I would
rearrange the order of my vengeance list. Venus had just moved up to the top
spot.