He must think. Think! Aphrodite whispered in his mind. Whisper, whisper.
He closed his eyes. Without another hesitation, he chose. Wealth was easy to lose, and power wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Helen would be his, and his alone.
A wild peal of laughter escaped his lips. Yes! It was done. Aphrodite smiled in triumph, while Hera look like one of Her sacred cows giving birth.
Cassandra warned him not to go, that it would be bad.