Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Minutes, an hour time ceased the moment his eyes fell on her. His jaw tensed, and he pressed his hands on either side of the doorframe, as if bracing himself in it. His penetrating stare fell to the book on her lap when she spoke, and he ground his teeth together. How far had she read, and how much did she know? Prestons eyes darted to Cerberus, but the dog didnt even feign getting up. The fingers of his injured hand curled into a fist, the pain from Cerberuss fierce bite more than lingering, a reminder that the dog had already developed an inevitable attachment to Scarlet. When he looked at her again, the woman wasnt meeting his stare, but she was speaking, and he could hear the wavering of her words. So he did, Preston snarled, shoving forward and away from the door. Rolling his shoulders back from the force hed propelled himself forward, he turned and closed the door. Slow footsteps carried his towering, muscled physique over to her, and he stared down at the open book she held. Sure enough, the pages he could see contained the goddess Persephones name, but she hadnt yet read far enough to learn details on how Hades kidnapped Persephone and brought her with him down to hell. Expression hard, unrelenting in his vicious conduct, he fixed his green eyes on her and wrenched the book out of her grasp. Thumbing through the pages, he tore out several, flipped through the book some more, and repeated several tense moments passed before he dropped the book back in her lap. If Cerberus finds himself attached to you, however wretched you are, so be it, Preston said in a dangerously low voice, green eyes burning into the blue depths of hers. With a deep breath in, he turned from her and strode to the fire, crumpling the papers up in his hand as he went. He tossed them into the fire, watching as the yellowed pages charred black and turned to ash. Then he returned to where she sat with the rest of the books, variations of titles on Persephone. You know, he began, lowering himself to a squat beside the armchair. He reached out a hand, grasping her face, fingers digging in at much the same places as they had the night before. Women shouldnt read. Reading, education in general, makes women feel equal to men it gives them a voice, but more dangerous, a mind of her own. Its my opinion that a woman such as yourself, no matter how pretty she is, shouldnt read. His grip tightened, and he forced her to turn her face to him as he brought his closer. There was a solid crease between his eyes, which were fixated on hers, aware now that it was his stare that unnerved her so well. Reading allots information to those with the ability to translate words on a page into meaning. And the more a person thinks, the more that meaning develops into an interpretation. You wouldnt want to interpret something incorrectly, would you? So riddle me this why take the risk? Thrusting her hand back, he released her and stood, gathering the books hed pulled down from the night before. Slowly he began to walk back across the room, toward the open door. Glancing back over his shoulder, he smirked and gestured with a nod at the book hed left her with. You can keep that one. Its no longer troublesome. His attention moved to Cerberus. Cerberus, come. Getting to his feet, Cerberus padded over to Scarlet and licked her hand, wagging his tail. With a low whine, the dog turned to follow Preston as the man left the room and headed upstairs. Once in his room, Preston shut and locked the door. He opened a large locking trunk that he kept in his closet, and dropped all of the books hed procured from that woman into the wooden bottom. The lid shut with a heavy thud, and he spun the key in the lock before setting the small silver object on his desk. Head throbbing, he decided to return downstairs for a set of car keys to venture out, needing a change in atmosphere and an escape from the woman hed left in the study.