“Careful,” Achille warned. “She doesn’t know you, yet. She can be quite overprotective towards me. She even tried to sink Patrocles’ ship, when he sailed with me away from Scyros.”
“She?” I asked with unease. Was I about to meet another jealous woman, like Deidara? Only I had a feeling this lady, whomever she was, would be more formidable. Who else would brave these rocks, except one with a sure foot and a wild heart? She’d need to be someone very akin to Achille himself
I was more correct in my estimation than I guessed.
A patch on the water’s surface glowed with an eerie blue green luminescence, which I thought was some strange variety of seaweed. Otherwise, Poseidon was playing some kind of erotic games right beneath the water.
A woman’s head rose beneath the lapping waves. I realized the bright light came from her luminous tresses, which floated around her.
“My mother,” Achille half chanted, half sung. I was struck by the musical quality of his voice, its breathy clarity. “The Goddess Thetis."