The air around Isis shimmered with divine pressure. Her silver eyes darkened with fury—glimpses of storms flashing behind them. Murderous intent radiated off her like desert heat.
But Nathan didn't stop.
"You can try to kill me now," he said, unmoved. "But Aphrodite and Khione are both aware of my presence. They're listening. Right now."
Upon hearing Nathan's words, Isis narrowed her eyes, a sharp glint of suspicion igniting in her gaze like moonlight on the edge of a blade.
