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wouldn’t make the mistake of underestimating him.
    “Eros,” she greeted. “What brings you to my temple this morning?” Demeter made a show of bringing the snap dragons on the walk to vibrant life.
    “I’ve come to ask your permission to take Persephone to Elysium for a picnic tomorrow,” he asked earnestly.
    It was a double-fisted punch to her gut. Had she been wrong? No, no, she soothed herself. Eros wouldn’t ask her permission if he had some nefarious intent. He’d been reading her poetry, but never had he sought to come in through Persephone’s window, or tried to touch her, or steal a kiss. This was the manifestation of his comfort with her—their honest friendship. Demeter was sure that while Persephone may have been the only one he found to be unspoiled; he’d want to keep her that way. Even if it meant not having her himself. It made sense.
    No one had ever asked her permission to take Persephone anywhere, not after she’d unleashed the wolves of winter on the world when Hades had taken her. Yes, Love was strong and bold indeed, even when it spoke quietly. It could be a good distraction for the rest of Olympus to see Persephone out with a god.
    A smile curved her lips and she schooled her emotions to keep them from blaring in Eros’ face. He couldn’t help but look if she shoved them under his nose, could he? “That’s kind of you to invite her, Eros. Have you already asked her?”
    “No, Demeter. I wouldn’t do that without asking your permission first. I know you’ve both been through a great deal,” he said respectfully.
    She was tempted to snort. He wouldn’t do that , but he’d creep into her garden at night to read love poetry to her? His sense of morality was interesting. “You may ask her. I think it would be good for her.” Demeter watched him carefully. “I can trust you with her, can’t I?”
    “Of course.” He looked at his feet for a moment. “She’s got a purity that’s been lost to the world. I wouldn’t do anything to change that.”
    Demeter smiled again. “I know you wouldn’t, Eros. That’s why you may go. I trust you.”
    He looked at her for a hard moment and she could feel his eyes boring into her—blazing into her dark places. “Demeter, you don’t trust any man or god. But I think I’m as close as any will ever be to that status.”
    “You’re right,” she admitted and patted his arm in a calculated move to make herself appear more nurturing. It would have been useless to lie and would have only spurred him to look deeper. Demeter needed to avoid that as long as she could. She knew eventually something would catch his eye, draw his singular attention, but hopefully, all of her planning would have come to fruition by then so it wouldn’t matter what he saw. Neither he nor anyone else would be able to stop her.
    His amber eyes suddenly blazed to a golden flame—a fire lit by power of prophecy. Panic grabbed hold of her with deadly jaws.
    “There will come a day, Demeter, when you will have to love, forsaking all else. Trust or perish.” She didn’t speak and as the flame died out of his eyes, he shook off the vision. “I apologize. Touch tends to bring visions, so I usually avoid skin to skin contact.”
    “No, forgive me. I didn’t know.” Demeter could have palmed her forehead as Persephone was so fond of doing. How did she not know that? Knowledge was power and to let something so important escape her net… She had to bite down on her lip to keep from growling in frustration.
    A sudden awareness spiked through her. It was something she hadn’t felt in centuries—carnal desire. Images flashed through her mind; conjured by his words. Skin to skin . Vignettes washed over her, she and Eros; bodies slick and hot writhing against each other under the noonday sun in the garden—his hair and skin golden and glowing, him taking her from behind in the hot tub, his mouth sucking her fingers as he took pieces of fresh pomegranate from her hands