Hestia shouldn’t have taunted him, but she couldn’t resist. She followed him, a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin on her face; caught in a gloating saunter towards him, she failed to block his blow to her ribs. “Fuck,” She blew out a breath as she absorbed the punch. Took a breath or two to pace her self and then hovered, this time aiming to draw him into her space.