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Trapped within Penelope is the spirit of Pandora. An irresistible woman bound to take over her mortal body and soul. Penelope tries to thwart her fate and that's when things get worse...
Residing...
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He was the god of trade, travel, wealth, animal husbandry, and thieves.
One of the cleverest and most mischievous gods of Olympus.
The original inventor of the lyre,
And a prominent messenger of the gods.
Hermes.
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Zion moved, his steps purposeful and determined as he dragged me towards Eros. I tried tearing away from his hard grip, wincing when his hands dug a little deeper.
My only option was my abilities, but I wasn't sure it could work. Besides, there's no way I'm turning him into ash.
I tried catching his attention but it was futile. The next step was to strengthen my foothold by firmly planting my feet against the concrete. His strides never ceased.
Come on!
I was slipping like a skater on ice. "Zion. Snap out of it!"
He stared straight ahead like a freaking Zombie, never relenting, never stopping.
I gritted my teeth in frustration and dug in my heels. For a moment, the force yanked Zion to a stop.
I shriveled up when he turned. His pupils had dilated; cold and distant eyes stared right through me like I was invisible.
Before I could process anything else, Zion moved, pushing me forward. I fell straight into Eros's chest but quickly recovered. I stumbled away, keeping a safe distance.
A slight warmth behind me indicated Zion's presence. Even if I ran, Eros could just command him to do the dirty work.
I hate this.
Eros' eyes were fixed on me, but there was something else; a hidden expression. His lips tilted at the side. "You've zoned out again. What are you thinking?"
