The soft glow surrounding them made the nature of what they were discussing seem all the more unreal. “This calls for drastic measures. With your Aunt Athena trying to stick her nose in and make a mess of things and your brother being far too stubborn for his own good - as usual - it’s time for plan Beta.” The grace and beauty of the speaker was at total odds with the calculating tone of her voice, but Psyche had seen Aphrodite in action before so she wasn’t surprised. “Mother, I think you mean plan ‘B’ and haven’t we’ve interfered in Anteros’s life enough already? If he ever finds out what we’ve done, he’ll go Vesuvius like that.” The snap of strong fingers turned Aphrodite’s head toward the man lounging on the sofa across the room. A soft breeze fluttered the classical silk draping her slender figure and the golden glimmer emanating from within, set off her pearlescent skin to perfection. “Whatever. Your brother needs all the help we can give him right now Eros, and even if he does discover what we’ve done, temper or no temper, eventually he’ll see it was for his own good.”
