Ivy
Zeus's hand never left my wrist until we were in the air. Strangely, he ensured we were through a bottle of champagne before speaking with me. He knew I was nicer when drunk. Asshole.
"I thought I killed you," I huffed.
"You're not a good shot," Zeus confessed, "But I am a good actor.
"I saw the blood, the bullet hit you," I reminded.
"No, Reign's bullet hit me," he corrected, "You missed entirely."
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