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least Nike stopped resisting him. She stilled at his side, attention darting from him to the others, the others to him.
    â€œYou can’t just remove a prisoner,” Hyperion, god of light, said. He was a handsome man, though as pale as his title suggested, and Nike had better not be eyeing him as a possible bedmate.
    â€œI’m not removing her,” Atlas replied stiffly. “I’m relocating her.” To a cell of her own, where no one could put their dirty, disgusting lips on her. Where no one could put their roving hands on her body. There was nothing sexual about this decision, either. He simply didn’t want her experiencing any type of pleasure. She didn’t deserve it.
    â€œWhy?” Mnemosyne regarded him curiously, not a single thread of upset or jealously in her expression.
    Why? he wondered himself. She’d been eager to date him for months, summoning him constantly. Last night, she’d even shown up at his   home naked.
    She was beautiful, yes, and he’d almost given in and slept with her. His body had been worked into a frenzy after what had transpired with Nike, and he’d been desperate for release. But before he sealed the deal, he’d sent the determined goddess away. He’d felt too guilty to continue. As if he were cheating on Nike. Which was ridiculous. The only relationship he had with Nike was one of hate.
    Besides, who wanted to spend time with a female who would never forget your mistakes? A female who would remember your every transgression? Not him. Yet he’d flashed to Mnemosyne’s home this morning and asked her to spend the day with him, just so he could bring her to the prison this morning. He’d been strangely jubilant at the thought of parading her in front of Nike.
    So again, he wondered why Mnemosyne did not feel as if Nike were a threat. Though most   females didn’t, he knew. He’d heard them talk. Nike was too tall, too muscled, they said. She   was too hard, and too coarse. But those were the things that had first sparked his interest in her. She could handle his strength. She gave as good as she got. She would never wither under his glare. She would never run from his anger. She would always face him head - on. And he liked that. A lot. No other female he’d ever encountered had that kind of courage.
    And she was pretty, he thought. Yes, only yesterday he’d thought her barely so, but, just now,   that seemed wrong on every level. Only a short while ago, when he’d first walked into the prison, he’d felt her gaze on him and had looked up. For a second, only a second, her defenses had been lowered. She hadn’t known he’d been watching her, so she hadn’t guarded her expression. An expression that had been soft, wistful, her eyes luminous. The sight of her had heated his blood as if he’d been caught on fire.
    That still didn’t mean he desired her, his enemy. The fact that his name was spelled across her back was simply playing havoc with his mind, his sense of possession, he was sure.
    â€œWell,” Mnemosyne prompted.
    â€œYeah,” Nike said. “We’re waiting for an answer.”
    To what? Oh, yeah. Why was he moving her. He raised his chin, refusing to look down at her. Not that he would have had to look far. At six foot, she was nearly as tall as he was. “I don’t need a reason. I’m responsible for this prison and everyone in it. Therefore, if I want to move you, I can.”
    The last was meant for the Titans. They would do well not to question him.
    Without another word, he dragged Nike away. Where should he take her? To his office, he decided. At the moment, there wasn’t an empty cell in the entire realm.
    â€œYou’re lucky I don’t have that bastard slain,” he said when he was sure the others couldn’t hear him.
    She didn’t have to ask who “that bastard” was. “What for?”
    For touching