His heart pounds. “I’m a software designer.”
“A god of technology,” she says.
“I’m not, Hephaestus.”
“You were. Gods are eternal, but we’re mortal ideals that reincarnate as notions change.”
“I—”
Her lips hover close. “Remember.”
“Aglaea…”
“Yes.”
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