Capítulo 345: Trademark Aphrodite

Zafron stared at Calista as she moved through the water like some ethereal vision, her body glistening under the dim, ghostly light of the limbo pool. Her playful smile, her teasing tone, the way the silver ripples clung to her curves—it all screamed temptation. And for a fleeting moment, he felt that familiar heat rise in him. But just as quickly, it was smothered by anger.

"Not happening," Zafron said flatly, standing up and turning away.

Calista froze mid-step, her smile faltering. "What?"

"You heard me." He didn't look back. "I'm not doing this."

Her voice followed him, incredulous and tinged with hurt. "You're joking, right?"

"Nope." Zafron kept walking toward the temple, his boots crunching against the gray, gravelly path.

"Zafron, stop." Her tone was sharper now, her movements audible as she splashed to the edge of the pool and stepped out. "What's your problem?"