Leonidas felt his chest tighten when the door shut behind Brooke. He let out a long exhale as he began to pace in the bedroom, trying to process what just happened.
“I almost kissed her,” he muttered. “Damn it!”
The worst part of all of this was that he’d wanted to kiss her. It was forbidden for ferrymen to fraternize with the souls that came through the Underworld. He was just supposed to do his job, get her to her final destination, and move on. That’s it.
Especially if the soul in question was the mistress of the God of the Underworld.
What if they hadn’t been interrupted? How far would things have gone between them?
“I’m f****d,” he hissed, realizing that perhaps the obnoxious, self-absorbed model from Earth had gotten deeper under his skin than he’d realized.
And now that he
