The statue’s flat, fish eyes followed her wherever she went. She was afraid, but he was cold marble. How could he hurt her?
Yet his fixation with her even disturbed the other statues who creaked and groaned their disapproval.
“Leave her,” Zeus growled, but his sea brother sneered.
“You may not.”
The statue of Poseidon was presumed to have fallen from its plinth and it lay on the floor broken into a thousand pieces. Only its eyes were alive and they rolled across the floor to lay at her feet, looking up her skirt.