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.
"Poisoned…?"
Talia promised herself just moments ago that she would completely ignore Rhys and not heed him any mind anymore, or at the very least, not get flustered with everything that he does. She was old, she had already seen everything there was to see in the world — but now, it was almost as if she was being brought back to her youth with how angry, curious, confused, and utterly clueless she was.
"What do you mean poisoned?" Talia then asked; slightly pushing away her disdain for now as she looked at Rhys, "The fruits?"
"Probably all of this," Rhys turned to look at the fruits, barbecue, and cool beverages provided to Talia, "I can already feel trace amounts of poison in the grape I ate, it's very faint, almost non-existent, but it's there. Your other food probably has even more of it."