“I see that Hermes has decorated you as a peace offering.” Eros hadn’t straddled me, but remained hovering, filling up my vision, and I felt a soft-skinned hand travel down my chest to the golden chain around my waist with its rubies. “This was mine once.” Of course it was. “I like it on you,” he said. His fuchsia eyes were captivating, maybe more so because of the beauty they were framed in, or because of the wings I could see framing the rest of him, more physically different from a mere mortal than the other gods I’d been with so far. “You… who look so much like me.”
