It was like getting viciously kicked in the chest. He'd been perfectly happy one moment, and the next he remembered everything and that in his right mind he'd never have done any of it. Mostly because he loved Elizabeth. Using her wasn't exactly a thing he enjoyed.
But he also remembered that feeling. It had happened last year too, but then it had been Pandora and it had cost him his brother. He swore in Greek and rose, wishing he could find Eros and tear his feathers off one by one. But his fear of the Olympians cooled him. They would not be gentle with him.
Then he remembered Elizabeth and looked at her, keeping his distance. "I am so, so sorry. Are you..." he trailed off and set his hands in his hair. "Dammit."