“She refused him.” He nodded. “And so the great god—god of the sun, of truth, of light, of prophecy—he did the only thing that was left to him.” “He stole her,” she whispered. And the words, part of a silly story, horrified her. The idea that there was always someone with more power, who would stop at nothing to lay claim. How many times had she looked over her shoulder, terrified of that power, in the hands of men? In the hands of this man? “No.” He held her eyes, watching her carefully. “No, Grace. He didn’t steal her. He begged her. The son of Zeus, the great deity of the Trojan War, he
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