The marble halls of the temple seemed endless, their pristine surfaces reflecting the soft, ethereal light that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. Zafron walked beside Aphrodite, studying her from the corner of his eye. She moved with an effortless grace that made even the simple act of walking look like an art form.
"So," he ventured, breaking the comfortable silence, "what exactly did you want to show me?"
A knowing smile played at the corners of her lips. "You'll see soon enough." Her voice carried that familiar warmth, but there was something else there too—an underlying current of authority that reminded him that for all her playfulness, she was still very much a goddess. "I think you'll quite enjoy it."
