“What?”he snapped. At least Nike stopped resisting him. She stilled at hisside, attention darting from him to the others, the others to him.

“Youcan’t just remove a prisoner,” Hyperion, god of light,said. He was a handsome man, though as pale as his title suggested,and Nike had better not be eyeing him as a possible bedmate.

“I’mnot removing her,” Atlas replied stiffly. “I’mrelocating her.” To a cell of her own, where no one could puttheir dirty, disgusting lips on her. Where no one could put theirroving hands on her body. There was nothing sexual about thisdecision, either. He simply didn’t want her experiencing anytype of pleasure. She didn’t deserve it.

“Why?”Mnemosyne regarded him curiously, not a single thread of upset orjealously in her expression.

Why?he wondered himself. She’d been eager to date him for months,summoning him constantly. Last night, she’d even shown up athis home naked. She was beautiful, yes, and he’d almost givenin and slept with her. His body had been worked into a frenzy afterwhat had transpired with Nike, and he’d been desperate forrelease. But before he sealed the deal, he’d sent thedetermined goddess away. He’d felt too guilty to continue. Asif he were cheating on Nike. Which was ridiculous.

Theonly relationship he had with Nike was one of hate. Besides, whowanted to spend time with a female who would never forget yourmistakes? A female who would remember your every transgression? Nothim. Yet he’d flashed to Mnemosyne’s home this morningand asked her to spend the day with him, just so he could bring herto the prison this morning. He’d been strangely jubilant at thethought of parading her in front of Nike.

Soagain, he wondered why Mnemosyne did not feel as if Nike were athreat. Though most females didn’t, he knew. He’d heardthem talk. Nike was too tall, too muscled, they said. She was toohard, and too coarse. But those were the things that had first