Even though both Khione and Aphrodite had warned him—more than once—and urged him in the gentlest yet firmest ways not to take part in the upcoming tournament, Nathan had already made up his mind. Their words carried weight, especially coming from two women he deeply cared for, women whose counsel he respected without question. But this time, his decision had nothing to do with Pandora, nor was it swayed by their worries.
He had his own reasons.
Taking part in that tournament would open doors for him—doors no whispered plan or subtle maneuver could force open otherwise. He just needed an opportunity, the right moment to slip through without raising suspicion, and everything would fall into place.
The perfect chance had already presented itself.
