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She didn't bother accepting his hand.

"Oh, I get it; you don't want me here," Zeus remarked sarcastically after lowering his hand. This incited a rebellious spark within Winter, and she fought to maintain her composure while hiding her true feelings towards the stranger.

"How dare you just barge onto my property? This place is off-limits, Mr. Sandoval. I hope you understand that," she retorted with annoyance, her eyes narrowing. The corner of Zeus's lips twitched, clearly surprised by the woman's feistiness. It seemed she wasn't the introverted, shy type, as Camper had described. She had a fiery side, too.

"Is that the proper way to treat your guest?" Winter arched her brow and crossed her arms beneath her chest, determined not to let this impossible and arrogant man get the best of her. She rolled her eyes before saying.

"Nope!" she asserted, popping the letter 'p.' "Sorry, you're not my guest. So better leave this place now or else." She didn't know the word she had to say to him