We really did look alike. Perhaps Aphrodite had truly blessed me if she’d granted me beauty so like her son’s, so like hers. “Be careful of the lesson of Narcissus,” I attempted to keep the mood light, despite the uncertainty lodged in the pit of my stomach. I’d been trained to seduce, to command, to control each encounter even when bound, but I’d never been bound like this. “Are you careful with that lesson?” He teased his fingers along the golden chain. Then I felt them stray lower to the edge of the cloth wrapped around my hips. “Not often,” I said. He kissed me again, gently, without the
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