Dionysus watched with an amused smile as Athena departed his vineyard, her sleek black SUV gliding down the gravel driveway. The vehicle, a reflection of her status as the owner of a security business, exuded a kind of modern mercenary elegance that suited her image perfectly.
She embodied the power and authority she wielded, yet there was a certain irony in her departure—a goddess of wisdom, yet still caught in the tangled web of her own choices.
What Athena didn't know was that Dionysus had other plans. He was preparing to leave the San Francisco vineyard in the capable hands of his trusted assistant, leaving his vineyard and starting something else.
A playground of what he loves the most—one that Medusa had already prepared for him, ripe for experimentation and discovery. The thought sent a thrill through him, igniting his curiosity and excitement for what lay ahead.
