“You should have just let me have the detective,” Michail said. “She’s not mine to give.” “It sure didn’t look like that to me,” he said. Dionysus imagined not, given that Michail had walked in while Ariadne was grinding against his cock, but intimacy did not equal possession or ownership. “So you’ve decided to take her?” “I’ve decided to kill her in front of you,” he said. “You think I would let you?” Michail chuckled. “You may be a god, Dionysus, but what power do you possess beyond filling glasses with wine and a sharp pine cone?” Dionysus was used to people questioning his divinity. He was
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