"Six months." He still had his grip on her, "I looked for you. I sent my men to look for you, and I never found you." He cursed her every time she bounced off, hated her even, and then when he found her it was triumph. "I thought----" he paused, because only this damn woman could bring him to his knees, "That you finally left for good." She knew that if that day came, he was no longer Poseidon, but that little light spot in his heart would die and he would be pure, dark energy.