"That's him," Aphrodite confirms, her expression softening automatically at the mention of his name. "He's a demigod. Son of Hermes. He hasn't had the easiest life, and the island's been pretty jerky to him lately."

She puts on a flippant little smile, adding in the kind of vain statement anyone she knew back home would expect of her. "Except for how he's got me, of course."