The more he spoke, the more her brow furrowed. "Are you talking about Medusa?" Like most Greeks, she knew full well the story of Poseidon and Medusa. And it made sense, the way Poseidon had been creeping on the woman over the last few months. She was dangerous, whether she was poisonous or not. That woman had always sought vengeance for what Poseidon had done to her.