I shook my head, stepping away from his touch. The dream was important, and while I couldn’t figure out the reason why, something gripped at my chest and begged me to remember.
I visualized the glasshouse, counting everything once more. No matter how many times I went over it, the sixth object was nowhere to be found. Perhaps the last item was something that was outside of that room, but what?
If there was something so important, how could I forget?
“What did you see that caused you so much distress?”
“It’s not what Isawthat is stressing me,” I said. “It’s the fact that I can’t remember something, and I believe it was important.”
Eros threaded a hand through his hair. “It’s normal to not remember one’s dreams. Humans often experience vivid dreams in our realm, which their minds use to signal their proximity to magic.”
I stilled. Was that indeed the reason behind my dream? Was I exaggerating its importance?
I let out a sigh. How could I know if the last time I had dreamed was four years ago?
“Shall we?” Eros extended his arm toward the bed, and I offered him a curt nod.
It was just a dream. That’s all.
Yet, as I settled into the bed, with sheets Eros had changed with a snap of his fingers, I couldn’t let go of it.
Chapter 18
Shadow
As the sun softly began to caress each corner of Olympus, Shadow knew it was time to watch over his favorite subjects—Charisma Sinclair and the God of Love.
He was proud that she had finally listened to his simple orders. He was satisfied they had spent two nights together as he had carefully instructed her. Even though he was skeptical that she wouldn’t accomplish the task, she surpassed his expectations and once again demonstrated her capabilities to him.
Striding closer to the alley where the imposing God of Love’s house was located, Shadow observed the details surrounding it. The curiosity grew stronger inside his void as he glided inside the house through the nearest wall. His attention drifted from one corner to the other as he emerged on the stairs, aware of where he would find the god’s master bedroom.
Shadow would’ve loved to see the mortal’s reaction when she found out that the God of Love had solely one bed in the entire house. That was part of the story he didn’t bother to mention to her.
Once he got past the door of the bedroom, he caught a glimpse of the god. The moment Eros got up from the bed,he furrowed his brows as he noticed that there was only him among the soft sheets. His face softened when he closed his eyes, probably remembering the moment when he veyrithed his mortal to the trials.
His attire consisted solely of a pair of short pants which served to cover his posterior and his manhood with a significant part of his thighs left exposed, while his exquisitely sculpted chest and his muscular back were completely visible for all to see.
Shadow wandered closer to the window, where his scent could not be so easily perceived. Although, Eros raised his gaze up to the exact spot where he was lingering into, as if he knew that he was there.
“By what means did you achieve liberation?” Eros’s voice dropped, and his eyelids narrowed as he asked.
Already noticing my presence and talking to me? How remarkably attentive to your surroundings.
However, the moment he stood up from the bed and took a step toward the spot where Shadow was, a familiar voice echoed through the house. “I’m coooomminggg,” the goddess sing-songed, her footsteps creating a rhythm on the stairs. “You better not be between a pair of legs, you menace.”
A barely perceptible noise escaped Ero’s mouth as his teeth ground together and his jaw became rigid.
I am in your best friend’s debt for having stopped your boring questions.
It was the sound of Artemis’s approach that prompted him to pick up the linen shirt from the chair and put it on, breaking through the thoughts that came after him. As he stepped past the bed, the door of his room opened. Artemis walked in with a contagious smile resting on her face.
She halted, then burst out laughing as she assessed his appearance.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He briefly interrupted her, fastening a button on his shirt. “I would characterize it as great effort, given that I slept in what humans refer to as boxers.”
He sought to impress my dearest mortal with an article of human clothing. That was quite thoughtful of him.
