MIDAS
“Absolutely f*****g not.”
“Midas…”
“No.” He lifts the cup to his mouth, can feel the way his grip tightens around it.
“If you would just listen…”
“Listen to what Hera? You expect me to let you leave the castle when we all know exactly what happened the last time you went beyond these gates.”
Does she think he is stupid?
He can see her struggling to keep her composure, the way her hands close in fists but he does not care. How dare she think he would fall for this?
“I told you…I am done running.”
He sneers. “And why in all the realms would I believe the words of some human slave.”
The words find their mark and her eyes narrow.
She exhales slowly and when she finally does speak, her voice is like ice, freezing the air between them.
“You forcefully took me away from my home
