CHAPTER TWENTY ONE- NYX
The moment I answered the phone, the sound of Zeus’s voice hit me like a physical wave, sending a jolt of electricity straight to the core of my thighs.
"Are you alright, Nyx?" he asked.
His voice was low, a deep rumble that vibrated through the speaker and seemed to echo inside my own chest. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, fighting to maintain some semblance of composure, but my breath was coming in shallow, ragged hitches.
"I'm... I'm fine," I lied. My voice betrayed me, sounding breathy and desperate, a far cry from the composed woman I usually was.
There was a heavy silence on the other end, the kind of silence that felt thick with unspoken knowledge. Zeus knew. He could feel the same pull, the same violent craving.
"No, you're not," he said soft
