The moment they crossed the sea and landed on our beach, I knew it was trouble. With the Gods taking sides-and my cousin taking the Greek King's bride- war was imminent. I expected them. I was prepared for them. But I wasn't for him. I was his war prize. His captive. He calls me his little bird, and I guess I am because he put me in a gilded cage and clipped my wings. I should hate him, but I don't. I shouldn't want him, but I do. I shouldn't fall in love with him...but I am.