ZEUS
The study was quiet except for the soft rustle of papers and the steady tick of the old clock on the mantel.
Morning light filtered through the tall windows, catching on the edges of contracts and sealed envelopes scattered across the desk. The clock on the far wall ticked steadily.
Normally, I liked the sound. It gave structure to the quiet.
Today, it was becoming irritating.
I sat behind my desk, one elbow resting against the armrest while reports, contracts, summit schedules, and correspondence from half the kingdom covered every available surface in front of me.
On paper, I was working. In truth, my mind refused to stay on any single line.
I kept drifting back to Nyx.
The sound of her voice on the phone, the way she had gasped my name when she came, the raw hunger in ever
