In the kitchen, where she was writing at the island, Antigone jumped. She'd been engrossed in a sentence, but even if she hadn't been engrossed, the knock would have jolted her out of her skin anyway. She shot a quick look toward Romeo's room; the Muse hadn't long been home, and her door was still closed.
Alright, then. Antigone slipped off her chair and made for the door, taking a breath before pulling it open. She needed more than a breath - it was obvious the man was a god, the second the door started to open, and despite the hot summer night, she shivered, goosebumps pricking up her bare arms. "Hello," she said, because the words what do you want? got stuck in her throat.