Rebecca’s POV
In Greek mythology, the minotaur is the byproduct of Queen Pasiphaë of Crete and the snow-white bull her husband was supposed to slaughter in praise of Poseidon. King Minos was a foolish man who thought himself better than the gods. But instead of being punished, the gods unfairly drove his wife into madness and sealed her fate by giving birth to a monster so foul, that they had to create a large maze to contain the beast for fear of him slaughtering the city.
That’s the story at least.
But, as I walked down the dark alleyways away from Club Tartarus, I found myself being watched.
Followed.
Hunted.
“I—I don’t have much money.”
He was big, the figure standing at the mouth of the doorway. Not thick enough to block the exit completely, but large enough I knew I would have trouble squeezing by if I needed to outrun him.