"Because I don't hate Jersey," Poseidon said. "Next time he wanders off I'll bury him in that ocean so he can't come back," he warned her before turning away from the shut door. Honestly, his children had no manners at all.
Helios still hadn't said a peep, just trying to familiarize himself with the room. He shivered against her touch. The last words they'd spoken to each other had been hateful and in anger. "Rhode..." he croaked out, letting the light of the room soak into his skin.