"Are you guys sure you want to do this?" I asked the group.
"If I'm being given an option, then no," Poseidon answered.
I turned my head to give him a flat look.
"I was talking to the happily mated couple who have been keeping me company all day because you're an a.sshole and Cyprian refuses to even look at me," I spat at him.
"And how exactly am I an a.sshole?" He replied with a raised brow.
"You only care about yourself, and you're a meanie," I stated.
"I care about more than myself," he muttered. "I just don't care about you."
A sharp pain that I was growing familiar with shot through my chest. I gave Poseidon a strange look as I rubbed the ache. I didn't understand it, but it has been happening a lot lately. Anytime Poseidon was mean to me, which seemed to be more and more latel
