Page 77 of Desired By Eros

“He did put me in a coma,” she pointed out. “But then again, he was the reason you came to love me.”

“I have always loved you.” He pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “He only made me realize what I would have lost and admit the truth: that you have always been my top priority.” His throat tightened, and fear gripped him once again at what had happened, and what could happen still until she ate the golden apple.

At first, he had been trying to convince her to take it immediately, as he was so damn scared that something would happen to her before she had a chance to be immortal. They had a huge fight about it, but after thinking it through—and of course, speaking to his parents and asking for their advice—he conceded that he had to respect her wishes and did not press her further.

“You can go meet Bob,” she sniffed. “I’ll stay here.”

“Are you sure? There’s someone else coming.”

“Who?”

Taking his phone from his pocket, he tapped on his messaging app and showed her the last message he received. “She’s coming.”

Squinting at the phone, her eyes tracked the words of the message. “Really? She’s coming? Here?”

“Yup.”

She snapped her fingers twice. “Oh, oh, yes, oh please, can I meet her?”

“Of course. Come on, she’ll be here any minute.”

They headed downstairs to the small private meeting room just off the main living area of the house. Just as he expected, Bob was already there, standing by the large doors that led to the balcony, speaking with Perseus.

When he had told Psyche and her parents about their search for Cyncus’s geryon descendants, they suggested they ask for their adopted son’s assistance. Apparently, Perseus was one of the pack’s best trackers. Lucky for him and Bob, Perseus was more than happy to join their little team as he had grown bored of the corporate life. In the last year, his help had been invaluable in finding the Upperworld descendants.

“…so that last clue led me to her and—” Perseus’s green eyes landed on them. “Psyche, you’re here.”

“Yeah, just got back from Denali. Is she here yet?”

“Who?” Perseus asked.

“She agreed to come?” Bob interjected.

“I was just as surprised as you, Bob,” Eros admitted. “But, apparently, she’s intrigued by our quest. She doesn’t come cheap though, you know.”

Bob snorted. “If she’s as good as you say she is, then it’ll be worth it.”

Perseus’s eyebrows knit together. “Just who are we talking about?”

Eros caught Bob’s gaze, who sighed. “Another contractor. A professional tracker, you might say. I hope you don’t mind, Perseus, that I asked Eros to find some help.”

“We were thinking of expanding the team anyway,” Eros added. “To lessen the burden and get the job done faster.”

He shrugged. “It doesn’t matter to me either way, as long as we find everyone in the bloodline and prevent disaster once you open that pyxis.”

“Good.” A beep sounded from Eros’s phone. “Because she just arrived.”

“Oh.” Psyche inhaled sharply. “I can’t wait.”

A few moments later, the Gialamas’ housekeeper entered the study and led their visitor in—a tall woman dressed in heels and a brown trench coat. Her hair was wrapped in a chic designer scarf while her eyes were obscured by mirrored aviators.

“Lord Eros,” she greeted, thesextending slightly. “Thank you for the invitation.”

“Thank you for accepting it, Medusa.”

“Your name is Medusa?” Psyche burst out. “Like the real gorgon, Medusa? Are you immortal, too?”

She laughed as she drew closer to Psyche. “You’re precious. But no, I’m nottheMedusa. My parents just have a weird sense of humor. But yesss, I am indeed a gorgon.” As if to prove her words, a small snake peeked out from under her scarf, its tongue flicking out playfully.

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