“But he could tell your father. He might be angry.” I said it almost desperately. Soon my skin would grow too warm, and I would no longer be able to think. “So what if he is?” The first time he had said something like this, I had been shocked. That his father might be angry and Achilles would still do as he wished – it was something I did not understand, could barely imagine. It was like a drug to hear him say it. I never tired of it.”
