“I’m sorry,” she whispered. Dionysus looked at her, but she was staring at the ceiling, a single tear trailing down the side of her face. Her apology carried the weight of her regret, and it shuddered through him. It wasn’t until she spoke the words that he realized he hadn’t wanted to hear it because he did not deserve it. She’d had to face a horror that went well beyond simple consequences. “Why are you sorry?” “I should not have left to go to Poseidon on my own,” she said. He was quiet. Then he said, “I went to him the day before. I didn’t tell you because I thought you were still angry
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