As he spoke, Tessa could almost hear the sounds of battle rising up around her, as she recalled moving through similar situations. Men screaming, and wishing they could die; others wanting desperately to live. She reached for Zach as the topic turned to Zeus' sexual exploits, and she watched him become more and more upset--and with good reason.
She felt her fingers shift in his grip, and she squeezed back, applying counterpressure. "It's okay, Zach," she murmured, "He doesn't own you. He can't control you."