It's been a few days since Alessia was attacked, and she was finally up and walking around.
Zagreus watched as Alessia made her way toward him. She was different from any human he had encountered. Her eyes held a fierce determination, and her movements were purposeful. He could sense the power radiating from her, which intrigued him.
As she approached him, Zagreus could feel the heat of her body and smell the sweet scent of her skin. He had never felt such attraction before, which excited and confused him. He was a God, and she was a mere mortal, yet he felt drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain.
"Alessia," he said, his voice low and husky.
"Zagreus," she replied, her voice strong and steady.
"How do you feel?
She shrugs her shoulders. "I feel better. Knowing I'm out of bed, the healers will probably throw a fit. But I couldn't lay there anymore and needed to stretch my legs."
