“What is this?” Leo asks me, nodding to the Dionysian masks. “A Hellenistic fan club?” Up close he is nothing short of godlike. Symmetry, warm golden tone beneath his skin, a gleam in his eye that conjures for me the whim of the fae. Stop it. Christ. “Or a cult,” I offer. I’m relieved when Leo smiles at me, even though he was an ass earlier.
