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Before Marcus’s wintery guffaw filled the air, he looked at the redhead. Then he looked back at Celli… His glare was so maniacal… Meticulous… It was apparent that his thoughts were cruel ones… If looks could kill, the little demi-god would be dead.


The man’s face was calm as he smiled… But his eyes were undenying. He abhorred Celli. His distaste was so strong that nothing could mask it. His goal probably was to scare her out of her mind… And she let him win.

Frightened, Celli grasped her throat in a defensive way… It tingled for some reason and by touching it the tingling stopped. Perhaps it was simply an after pain from what had happened to her in the past… She shuddered at the thought.

"I don't make meals.” Marcus spoke. “One of you make me up 3 fried eggs, lightly salted, heavily peppered, 2 slices of toast buttered on both sides, some milk and go find me a nice shiny apple, 'kay?" His voice was condescending… As the god trotted away, he looked back at Celli and the other woman and winked… The simple gesture sent needles down Celli’s back.


Celli couldn’t hold herself up any longer… She felt sick. Her heart refused to cease its constant throbbing. Goosebumps formed on her now cold skin. The poor little demi-god’s knees buckled as her breathing grew louder. Her head swarmed with a dizzy mist…