Marcie frowned in confusion, trying to make a goddess who tore at her husband over a baby that wasn't even hers match with the kind and generous woman who had supported Marcie through all the shit she'd been through, even defending her against Ares. She paid the rent on this apartment, and let Marcie live very comfortably. She had helped to save Marcie's life! How was she snatching babies and scratching Ares?
Tragos' hands were finding their way under her clothes, waking her up from her sleepy head. "And Melpomene?" she asked, because she was a glutton for punishment. "She slept with you?"
Yes, the wording was intentionally cutting. Yes, she could pass it off as bad phrasing. But that silvery of jealousy in her hear did insist on needling at her.