When Amphitrite went from his sight it was like the walls coming down. The earth cracked, the seas roared and he felt like the only good way to take care of things was to take a city down with a tsunami. He'd looked this time, sent his lackey's out to retrieve her even and every stone he'd rolled over revealed absolutely nothing.
Each time she ran, sometimes it was a little longer, but it was a game of cat and mouse and he was never empty-handed. This time the game went on for too long and that dread set in that she wasn't coming back. That turned to complete wrath, and he had fully intended on showing her the door when she decided to bring her pretty fish face back into his life. She was that line of sanity and she had clipped it free months ago. That fucking bitch.
To think that she had the nerve to walk back in that house, well, he'd prepared for that. As soon as the door opened and she stood in it's threshold, down came a rounded fisherman's trap to come down on her and catch her. He was sitting out on the balcony with a glass of Dionysus' wine enjoying the night air when he heard the contraption clap loose. If it wasn't her, someone else was going to be come a fillet for dinner. He strolled into the main room, peeking through.