Chapter One Hundred and Twelve

Theseus’s POV

My heart started to beat erratically inside my chest as if it were going to die from a heart attack.

I know that isn’t the case, I’m a god, and normal human ailments do not affect me in the same way.

Something was happening, something wrong, and I didn’t immediately click on why I felt absolutely terrible.

Then it started, the mark on my neck. The slim lines of teeth mark Celeste had left behind not eight millennia ago burning.

There’s only one reason such a thing would present itself.

Celeste, my love, was sleeping with someone else.

I tried to fight the sinking emotions daring me to destroy this world and the next over as I stayed in the kitchen with my child and her friends and partner, trying to keep my head in the now, but I couldn’t.

Outside was brewing with my emotions, the weather syncing to my agony.

My body is burning with betrayal.

Yet, in all the emotions sinking themself into my very being, I knew something was wrong.

I knew Celeste would not do this to me.