Chapter 35 A Tyrant's Patience

• Zeus's Point of View
• The space was heavy, oppressive; frustration and tension hung over it like a poison cloud. My guards stood before me, heads down, but the silence was more infuriating than the failure. It had been two months—two interminable months—since Aphrodite slipped through my fingers with that merchant, Hades. And still, they found nothing.
• "Have you found any trace of them?" I growled, my voice carrying down the stone walls of the pack house.