“I always have found a way to deal with my pain,” he said. “After the Titanomachy, I was isolated, and now I am numb. I coped with the first by being cruel, and now I drink. So what does it mean if I don’t?” She held his gaze and pressed her hand to his heart. “Do you feel numb now?” “No,” he said. “Not with you so near.” She curled her fingers into his shirt, her breath dancing over his lips. “Then maybe you have already found another vice.”
