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But something about his face keeps drawing my attention.

Despite the damage, he’s breathtaking.

A strong, arrogant jaw. High cheekbones. A beautifully shaped mouth that looks entirely too wicked for a respectable deity.

I step closer.

“Who did this to you?”

My voice sounds strangely loud in the empty laboratory.

I study the broken edge of his cheek, trying to imagine the missing features.

“You must’ve really pissed somebody off.”

I remove my gloves to adjust the delicate light positioned beside his face.

Then, without thinking, I reach up.

My thumb brushes across his lower lip.

Warm.

I freeze.

What the hell?

I jerk my hand away so quickly I nearly knock over the lamp.

For several seconds, I stand perfectly still, staring at the statue.

Then I reach out again.

Slowly.

Carefully.

I press two fingers against his jaw.

Cold marble.

Exactly as it should be.

I exhale a shaky laugh.

“Great. I’ve officially spent so much time with naked marble men that I’m imagining they’re coming to life.”

I step back, folding my arms.

“Although, between you and me, if any of you boys were going to wake up, I’d definitely vote for you.”

Silence.

“Preferably after we do something about that fig leaf.”

I grab my phone from the worktable.

Eleven forty-seven.