Under the gleaming floodlights of the stadium, Marco stands victorious, his eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar golden head. His heart races, not just from the game, but from the knowledge that the ancient goddess who cursed him is stirring. He had kept his immortality a secret, fearing it would drive his girlfriend away. Yet, she's all he's ever wanted to protect. Tonight, she sings at The Met's gala, unaware of the eyes that follow her from the shadows.