Chapter 22: [19] Divine Indignation
Calypso stormed out of the apartment, not bothering to check if Xavier followed. Her silver hair whipped behind her like an angry flag as she stabbed the elevator button repeatedly, each jab carrying the force of her divine frustration.
How dare he? HOW DARE HE?
The mortal—her mortal—had tried to seduce her. Her! Calypso, Goddess of Reincarnation, who had watched civilizations rise and fall, who had processed billions of souls, who had been worshipped by mortals for centuries. And this... this assassin thought he could play her like one of his marks?
The elevator doors slid open with a cheerful ding that contrasted sharply with her thunderous mood. She stepped inside, punching the lobby button before crossing her arms tightly over her chest.
Just as the doors began to close, a hand shot between them. The sensors detected the obstruction and reopened, revealing Xavier's irritatingly perfect face.
"Cutting it close," he remarked, leaning against the opposite wall.
Calypso turned her head away, fixing her gaze on the descending floor numbers. She could feel Xavier's eyes on her—those infuriating purple eyes that seemed to strip away layers with each glance. In her full divine form, she could have turned him to ash with a thought. Now, bound to this mortal form with severely limited powers, the best she could manage was the silent treatment.
Xavier sighed. "So that's how we're playing it?"
The elevator continued its descent, each second stretching into eternity. Calypso's fingers drummed against her arm, pink nails tapping out an impatient rhythm.
"You know," Xavier said, his voice dropping to that same infuriating tone he'd used earlier, "giving me the silent treatment only works if I actually want you to talk."
A small crack appeared in the wall panel beside Calypso's head. She was too angry to even notice.