"Then let's arrange it. I really want to understand, Argo. Who knows? Maybe I'll even convert..." Harmony teased a little and kissed his cheek. "So far certain gods have been good to me."
Catching a portion of the conversation as he walked by, the priest put things together. Of course he knew who that young man was. He was one of those so-called gods, a heathen figure. A blasphemy. And Harmony Watkins was kissing him? The priest shot Argo a hard, cold look.
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