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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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After completing trivial tasks,
Psyche became immortal and lived with her husband Eros.
Together they had a daughter;
Voluptas, meaning physical pleasure.
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A panicked feeling overcame me, causing my insides to twist in an unsettling way.
I couldn't do it.
And I had enough reasons to back it up.
According to Hypnos, Liam always gains something every time he feeds, heals, or merely touches me.
Dread crept in when I realized I had broken most of those theories in one night. There's no way I'm making it worse by being his dinner.
Thinking about it now, getting injured is one of the trademarks of being human. I couldn't avoid Liam even if I wanted to.
But what if his goals towards me were harmless?
Liam has proven countless times he'll never hurt me. What if Hypnos' words were false?
"She has zoned out." Eros drawled, snapping me back to the present. He watched me with curiosity. A look that expressed his wish to know my inner thoughts.
"Just leave, Eros."
At Liam's words, the god tentatively released my chin. He stood upright and pulled two white gloves from his pocket, slipping them through his fingers. "I know you're willing to protect her, Liam. But I ask that you tread carefully."
His heterochromatic eyes veered to me. The scar on his cheek prominently stood out. "Dear Poppy, my disregard for your consent is nothing but pure concern for Liam." He touched his chest. "I'm a good guy. Honest."
I bit my lip. That'll be very hard to believe.
Liam shifted behind me. "Eros--"
The god of love rose a hand to cut him off. "I'm going, 'kay? No need to get pitchy." He walked out of the room. His pink bunny flip-flops slapped against the tiled ground.
