Zeus, Hades, Poseidon, and many others—every human has the blood of gods running through their veins, it decides their fate. But Rhys, ever since he was born, showed absolutely no abilities. But at the age of 18, when his world had given up on him, the blood that remained dormant in his veins finally awakened… …The Blood of Eros, the God of Love, Desire…and Coitus.
"Are you sure you know where we're going?"
"I was born and raised here, Outsider. I know each and all the cracks there is to know around the city. We—"
"Wait," as they cautiously make their way through the winding and narrow alleyways of Calydon, Rhys's heightened senses alert him to the approach of guards. He swiftly pulls Clio into the darkness; the two of them quickly hiding behind a tower of crates.
"W… what's wrong?" The princess's heart races, her breath catching in her throat as she feels the warmth radiating from Rhys's body. No men should really ever touch her—but now, her bosoms were currently touching Rhys's large and hard… torso.
"Guards," Rhys whispered into her ear, his silver eyes gleaming in the darkness. "Two of them, coming this way."
"How… do you know that?" Clio squinted her eyes which were slowly landing on Rhys's lips.