She knew the footsteps, knew the scent that was carried on the breeze. Because it was Phobos she let her guard down. Because it was Phobos she was concerned rather then afraid.
The moment she felt the hand on the back of her neck the Gorgon knew the trap had been sprung.
Stupid, stupid woman. When will you learn. Nothing good ever came from loving a god.
She wanted to look up but couldn't. As angry and repulsed as she was she would not risk exposing her beautiful boy to the full force of her gaze. The stone in her hands crumbled between her fingers.
Even after all this time with their power and glory faded the gods still found ways to make other beings their pawns.
Medusa laughed.
"You're going to make a fine addition to my garden, Zeus."