"Poison"
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“We are not gods!” he hisses, pulling the vessel away from her.
Outraged, she snatches it back. “This could save our son, more than your gods would ever dare.”
He clenches his fingers and waits for lightning to strike. “Melina, watch your words. The gods—”
“The gods have done nothing.” His wife furiously crushes a powder before dumping it into a brew. “This will, Petros. I know it.”
Hope, the sweet creature that has kept his wife alive since the doomed prophecy of their son; it shines as a beauty in her eyes.
He wonders if it will kill her.
“We are not gods!” he hisses, pulling the vessel away from her.
Outraged, she snatches it back. “This could save our son, more than your gods would ever dare.”
He clenches his fingers and waits for lightning to strike. “Melina, watch your words. The gods—”
“The gods have done nothing.” His wife furiously crushes a powder before dumping it into a brew. “This will, Petros. I know it.”
Hope, the sweet creature that has kept his wife alive since the doomed prophecy of their son; it shines as a beauty in her eyes.
He wonders if it will kill her.