Artemis loved Orion. He was her hunting companion. So many times did I look down from the heights and smile, watching them streak, bright-skinned and fleet of foot, through the woods in pursuit of game. […]
“The fact that I can see your pulse poundin’ in your throat, love,” he purred, and leaned down to give me a kiss. At the last moment, he jerked his head back and licked my nose instead before hopping backwards out of arm’s reach.
Although with all the upset being caused by Zeus and my brethren across the world, it has been a bit difficult to discern what truly required my attention and what was just the world and Olympus in upheaval. […]