Circe was sitting comfortably on the couch, next to Hermes, the gods’ messenger, and also the first ever being that stepped a foot on Aiaia, Circe’s island.

The god seemed comfortable, to say the least. Which was confusing, because he was currently sitting next to a witch, who could poison him any second.

“Tell me,” Circe started, her voice calm. “How do you know I will not drug you where you sit?” She asked, her finger tapping on his glass of wine before she led her hand behind the couch.