"You are deep in thought," Zephyrus pointed out as he drew circles over my bare skin.
I sighed. "My mom said something, that's all."
He kissed my shoulder. "Do I want to know what she said?"
I hummed, eyes fixed on the faint shimmer of moonlight spilling across the sheets. “Mmm… probably not,” I admitted. “But you’re going to ask anyway, aren’t you?”
Zeph chuckled against my skin, his breath warm and teasing. “Of course. I like knowing what keeps that overactive mind of yours spinning.”
I turned my head, meeting his gaze. His hair was tousled, his eyes softer than I’d seen them all evening, like the weight of the world had loosened its grip—at least for now.
“She said we need to ‘center ourselves’ before facing Poseidon.” I tried to mimic Mom’s tone, half-serious, half-cryptic. “W
