Chapter Twelve
Demi? Demeter.
Zuzu? Zeus.
Psi? In the waters? The octopus that had winked at me. Had that been the Greek god of the oceans, Poseidon?
As if he heard me call his name, a tall drink of water approached us. His skin was deep brown. He had long, silky dreadlocks that floated around his shoulders as though a perpetual fan blew inches in front of his face. But the day was sunny and windless. His grin was cruel, promising wickedness. But it was his eyes that were most startling of all. They were as blue as the waves, and the color didn’t stand still. It ebbed and flowed like the tide. When he spoke, his voice crashed into me like a tidal wave.
“Hello again, Tisa.”
Poseidon didn’t make a move to touch me, and I was thankful. Power radiated off him, as it did Demeter and Zeus.
