Medusa's voice sharpened, cutting through the stillness of the night as she repeated herself, this time with more weight. "Rheinelle Evangelou, explain?" she demanded, deliberately using Amphitrite's mortal name, and her golden eyes glowed beneath the red moon.
Amphitrite paused only for a moment, her lips twitching into a wry smile. "Oh, she called me by the full name," she sighed, rolling her eyes as though scolded by an impatient lover. "I must be in trouble now." Still, she didn't retreat.
She still walked toward the house, her steps measured and calm, bringing her closer to the warmth spilling from the luxurious mansion at the northernmost area of Longyearbyen, where Medusa and Aleysia had been sitting in peace only moments before.
Behind her, Artemis shifted as if to follow, but Amphitrite lifted a single hand. "Not you," she said without turning her head. "Stay there first."
