True colors

When he saw Persephone on his mother’s assembly, the one thing that hit him like a log was the fact that he was not as close and intimate to her as she claims him to be. During their trysts, she would often pepper his ego with sweet little nothings and adoration. He was led to believe that he was special. It was no secret that the Goddess kept a string of lovers all over the globe but he was most certain that he was a step above the rest. It made him feel great and it made him think that he was her favorite.

He was Maddox Mountbatten and he was a direct descendant, a pure blooded sin-eater.

His lineage and pedigree could have given him that advantage to win the Queen of the sin-eater’s heart, if he had any. But she deliberately did not mention any plans which might have given him subtle clues of her plans. Maddox wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, that maybe she just forgot to tell him because she was so engrossed in the pleasures that Maddox’s lithe body was giving him.

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