Styx (Goddesses of the Underworld #2)

81. Perses

Perses

If anyone were to ask me,

I would say it was his hands.

His fingers that were destined

to hold weapons, crush bones,

strong, powerful, but also

somewhere within his veins

there lay a tenderness I could see.

When his molten-gold eyes met mine,

the secrets of a thousand suns

simmered inside them.

He was built to lift mountains,

and each muscle, each plane

of his body told the story of strength.

I cleared my throat – Be careful, Asteria –

and asked him with caution,

‘How can I help?’