“I don’t think you care what happens to the people of New Greece, but I think you need their worship.” His gaze did not waver from her face. “And what do you think of that?” he asked, his eyes darkening. “Everyone wants to be worshipped.” “Do you?” he asked. He was eager for her answer. He expected something generic—a comment along the lines of what woman doesn’t wish to be worshipped? Instead, she said, “I could be feared for all I care. I just want power.” There was a glint in her eyes he had not seen before, a darkness he wanted to prod.
