Hermes P.O.V.
Oh gods. What do I do? Poseidon is coming and we don't even know her name, she's not even out of the bed yet.
The girl – who is yet to be named – is being coaxed with soothing words out of the bed by Cailey, her melodical voice calming the girl and allowing her nervousness to subside enough for her to slowly begin to get up. "Cailey?" I whisper. She nods to show she's heard me and a minute later when the girl is now sat with her feet hanging over the edge of the bed comes over to me "Poseidon is-"
The door swings open; the girl scuttles back to the headboard as though the gust of air from the door blew her backwards, and under the covers, her form now just visible beneath the down. "-coming." I whisper too late.
Poseidon, having not seen her yet, spins his head to look at me, his brows furrowed. "Where is she?" he demands. With a glance over to her slight shape on the bed, I answer his question. His questioning look once again finds me.
"I tried to tell you." I answer bluntly.
He looks over to Cailey who almost cowers under his gaze "What is her name?" he tries to soften his voice.
Cailey simply shakes her head in return while saying "We do not know." After his gaze turns questioning yet again she elaborates "She will not speak." And just shakes her head again.
I look over to him and he nods understanding my question, I look over to Cailey and motion my head to say that we are dismissed.
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Poseidon
Fantasy* * * Rough, hard hands, now soft, caressed my back, pulling me close. His fresh, musky scent entered my nostrils, calming the hiccups assulting my body. "Sh, Lys. Calm down. It's okay. I've got you. There's no need to be upset." Anger coursed thro...
