CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
BRADLEY ENDLESS
I was relieved to be out of the cell, to be out of the room where the summoning spell had taken place. “You’ve aged well,” I joked finally, after having walked in silence with the goddess for too long.
“I don’t age,” she said tersely, “you, however…”
She eyed me up and down, as though I were dirt stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
I rolled my eyes. “Alright, alright, Aphrodite. I’m not here to talk about aging. I’m here to talk about something serious.”
“Of course,” she said, “You wish to revisit the deal that you made for Adelaide March. I understand, I know. And you admit that she is your mate.”
“I do,” I said, “but I know she won’t want to be with me after what I’ve done, so I’m making a trade.”
“I can’t be bought with trinkets, Bradley,”
