“Phobos?” Brian said blankly.
“Fear. I was one of the hounds of the God of War,” she replied. “They named a moon after me.”
“Yes, Phoebe,” Isabel said with a put-upon sigh that masked a deeper irritation. “They named a moon after you. They did the same thing for Pasiphae and Thebe. It's not that big of a deal anymore.”
“Pasiphae.” Phoebe's lip curled. “Poor, stupid woman.” She drew close to Brian. He wanted to shrink away, but his hand in Jia's and the strange woman's eyes held him fast. “Someone has touched you, sweet girl,” she whispered. She leaned close, her tongue darting out suddenly to lick along the side of his neck. “Fear. She is rank with it. It is like honey to my lips. Sweet as sugar.
“What goddess touched you, little rabbit?”
She shrank away, just as Owen's deep voice sou
