Seth in a convulsion.

Her cheeks were stinging, her neck was tired. She was fatigued from lack of sleep. Yet she turned around from Dave and walked back into the hospital.

"You'll regret this, Isabella!" He shouted behind her.

Isabella gave a simple non-committed shrug. She was not new to regrets. She had abandoned her daughter, yelled offensive words at her mother in outrage and where had it gotten her? To the land of regrets. And so if she regretted yelling at her double-faced boss for trying to harm an older woman in public, it was a welcomed one.

But dammit, she thought angrily. Had he always been like that and she simply had not seen it?! Was she really that blind? He had never behaved like that before her. Heck, she had thought that if Seth was a hot-headed Zeus, then Dave was a cool-headed Poseidon. But now? She was starting to fear that he might be a manipulator after all.

Just which parts of him were real? The timing of how he had arrived when she was walking from the ball seemed perfect. The