“I wouldn’t have torn you to ribbons,” I finally said, coyly. “I’m not that wasteful.” “Oh no?” That chuckle again. “What would you have done?” “What any Goddess worthy of devotion would.” He looked over his shoulder expectantly, heat and amusement in his gaze. “I’d have demanded you worship me a second time. And a third.” A grin spread over his face as he turned away from me. He tipped his head back toward the sky like he’d been swept into a pleasant daydream. I thought I heard a low, satisfied hum fill his chest. I spent the rest of the short ride lost in a daydream of my own.
