"Demeter concealed you so effectively… I had quite a difficult time locating you." The man’s muscular hand stripped away Persephone’s cloak. A shiver ran down her shoulders from the cold. The tightness in her chest was intense, and the hem of her chiton quickly rose to her stomach. Persephone could only hear his voice. "Persephone." The man called out her name. His warm breath and tongue grazed the nape of her neck as he pronounced the syllables of her name. "Why are you behaving like a frightened lamb? Didn’t you claim you were not afraid?"