Poseidon's words hung in the air, heavy as the sea itself. "And how does a mortal scientist presume to correct the structure of divinity?"
Elias met his gaze calmly, hands tucked into his coat pockets. "With observation," he said. "And a working brain."
Poseidon's eyes glimmered faintly, and his lips curled into a dangerous, beautiful, and completely insufferable smile.
"Are you sure you want this punk as your mate?" he asked, tilting his head toward Victor with studied indifference. "You are not soulmates. There's still time to reconsider."
Victor froze mid-motion, fingers still at the button of his cuff, and turned his head slowly toward Poseidon. The smile on his lips was the type that caused storms to change direction.
Elias sighed. "You do realize," he said evenly, "that you just invited an extinction-level event before breakfast?"
Poseidon only arched a brow, utterly unrepentant. "Merely offering you an escape clause."
