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Eros’ face was grave and he slowly nodded his head. “Yes, that’s right. Your sisters grew jealous of my love for you and your good fortune. They poisoned you at our wedding feast and you entered Tartarus before I could give you the ambrosia of immortality.”
“Then I’m…I’m really your wife? And you’re really a Greek god?” Alma asked him.
He chuckled at her wary question. “Yes, in a past life. It took ages of my begging Hades to release you so your soul could come back to this earth, but he finally relented.” Eros pulled her to arm’s length and glanced over his beautiful, recaptured bride. “And you are as beautiful as I remember, maybe more so.”
She looked down at herself in her wet, filthy clothes. “I don’t feel beautiful, and I don’t feel like your wife. How can I know any o
