"I remember exactly what he looked like," Amphitrite said, narrowing her eyes and concentrating, her attention drifting from Poseidon momentarily. His face had been so close to hers when he'd killed her. She could remember the exact hazel of his eyes.
She came back into the moment. "We need to find someone who can draw him for me. With an image we can send people out looking."
Amphitrite looked at her husband. She didn't say I love you. Instead she kissed him, biting down on his lip as she drew away. "I'll have him found, and you will kill him for me."