Ch. 93: The Ties That Wound
"So, I hear you caught a rat— one of the old Titans." Madam Perisa's voice rang out as she downed another shot of whiskey. Her gorgon eyes gleamed mischievously under the dim lights of the grand hall. For someone of her age— and let's be honest, her species— whiskey seemed an odd choice, but it wasn't my place to judge. "What was his name again? Prudence?"
Zeus and Poseidon burst into laughter as though it was the funniest thing they'd heard in centuries. I raised an eyebrow, late to whatever joke was being made. Madam Perisa, despite her unassuming appearance, was as much of a troublemaker as these two. It made me wonder how she managed to run this place without it falling into chaos. But for now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment, perhaps learn more about the world I thought I already knew.
"It's Prometheus," I corrected flatly, swirling the beer in my cup.
