He’s mocking you.
He’s totally mocking you.
Right?
No way adding that little detail actually worked.
But he smiles a glinting, evil sort of smile.
“No, it’s the little human’s birthday,” he says half to himself. “I suppose it’s time to give her a treat.”
Oh, good lord.
What have you just got yourself into this time?
All you want is to save Ziros. And yourself.
But now…
“How about atrade,” the angry, ancient—perhaps slightly bewildered—sea god says, dark smile glinting. “You for him, little human. What do you say?”
“Me?” You squeak, swallowing hard.
What are the chances you could use your magic again—if that’s even really what happened before—to get old Po’ here to just let you both free, no strings attached?
But your head throbs, the world starting to spin and go dark at the edges.
There’s no way you have the strength for that.
You’ve got to dosomething, but offering up your life wasn’t exactly what you had in mind.
“But I can’t go with you,” you protest, clinging to the deck rail with one hand as you slump down against it. “I need air, Mr. Big Dangerous Sea God.”
Oops, maybe you should have called him by his actual name, but that just sorta slipped out.
Poseidon laughs.
Does he find your mortality amusing? Is he amused by the idea of you suffocating underwater?
“You are funny, little human. Most humans jump at the chance to see Atlantis.”
Hang on.
“A—Atlantis!?” you stammer weakly, barely able to stay standing.
Atlantis, as in the underwater lost city of myth and legend!?
All you wanted was a nice night with Ziros on the superyacht. Was that so much to ask?
“Of course,” Poseidon says. “My people are quite hospitable. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking.” He pauses. “After all, I’m sure a skilledsorceresslike yourself would be right at home there.”
Uh-oh.
Does that mean he noticed you bewitched him? Even if you didn’t quite realize what you were doing, that must have been what happened.
You still can’t believe you made him forget.
But he doesn’t seem too upset about it.
