Sublime

“Dov,” she said. “Would you mind …?” She shook her chain.

Dionysus continued, his gaze warm and that hint in his voice of a thousand untold jokes.

My lady, This tray will be returned for my inspection within the hour. If everything on it is not eaten, I will personally force-feed it to you. Bon appetit, S.

The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes. There was not a line anywhere on his face, nothing creased or graying; all crisp. He was spring, golden and bright. Envious Death would drink his blood, and grow young again.

She gave Merripen a frosty stare. “I’m not returning home without Leo. You know me well enough to take me at my word.” Half-amused, half-alarmed by her force of will, Cam asked Merripen, “Am I dealing with stubbornness, idiocy, or some combination of the two?”