Cate turned her attention back to the sullen man who dared to make idle conversation with her. As if they were mere strangers who were only first meeting in this hellhole dressed in velveteen trappings, which served rather delicious drinks. Though, it had been ages since they’d shared a rather voracious roll in the literal hay. Ages ago, when blood and sacrifice were the only things that could soothe her pain, her loneliness. Cate pushed the memories away.
I was a different person then.
The memories of her angst-ridden goddess youth were ones she wished she could forget.
Thor held a strange, opalescent stone in between his large, calloused fingers, and Cate couldn’t help but feel a pulsing energy surrounding it. It was as if the stone called to her... but that would be crazy.
Without thinking, she snatched the stone from his hand, feeling an innate desire to protect it.
“Just a little crystal, nothing more,” she said as she flashed him a rather arresting look, and the god had the audacity to scowl at her.
Cate picked up her clutch and made a beeline for the exit.