Good Girl Gone Bad
He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers as if savoring the moment, his eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and menace.
“And saved you? Oh, sweetheart. That man is no hero. He's a force of nature. Zeus doesn't save lives. He claims them, plays with them.” A grin spread to his lip. “Last night, he didn't rescue you out of kindness. He did it maybe because you caught his eye, and in his world, that's a death sentence or a twisted gift, depending on his mood.”
His words hung heavy, each one dripping with menace, painting Zeus as something monstrous, untouchable. My pulse quickened, a chill creeping up my spine.