Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Sorry my temple servant can’t do his one job of being the expert of societal matters in Asynithis,” Rhea apologized to Poseidon. “He’s defective.” Poseidon put a hand over his heart as Khalon looked at her with mouth agape. “Don’t talk to me,” Khalon muttered as Rhea stuck her tongue out at him. “It’s perfectly fine, Brother. You can get a new temple servant.” Rhea put a hand to her chin as she seriously thought about the offer.
