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“Where are we going?” Isadora asked Persephone through the fog.
“You’ll see.” The goddess squeezed Isadora’s hand. “We’re nearly there.”
It’d been a long night. A night Isadora did not want to remember. Every time she thought about what she’d seen…
Her stomach revolted again, and she felt the bile sliding up her throat.
“Do not even think about getting sick again, little queen.” Persephone’s hand tightened around hers. And her sadistic laugh was the only thing that kept Isadora from losing what little dinner she’d eaten. “When this is over, you’ll thank me. It’s long past time you tapped into your hedonistic god side.”
Isadora closed her eyes tightly. Don’t think about that. Or her. Or him. Or what they did. Don’t think about anything except you and Acacia and the fact…you saved her.
“And here we are,” Persephone said.
The fog cleared, and cold air shivered over Isadora’s shoulders. In front of her she saw majestic green olive trees and a purple mountain rising from the ground. She knew she was in Argolea, she just wasn’t sure where. She turned. And spotted the stone table in the center of the circle.
“What is this?” Her eyes flicked over the large, flat rock surrounded by the charred remains of kindling and fuel where Argolean bodies were burned in the funeral rite that freed their souls to the Isles of the Blessed. “Why are we here?”
Persephone, a good foot taller and a thousand times more regal, smiled down at her. “Because this is where it will happen.”
Isadora’s chest grew cold as ice as reality hit her from all sides. “No.” She shook her head. “You can’t. He promised!”
Persephone grabbed her by the wrist before she took two steps back. The goddess was pure steel and stronger than any Argonaut. She dragged Isadora, kicking and screaming, across the hard dirt as if she were nothing more than a feather. “Yes, Princess. We can.” She lifted Isadora and placed her on the stone surface, like a parent lifting a mere child. “My husband’s prophecy is more important than your wants or desires.”
Isadora found her arms pinned to her side. “He lied to me,” she growled.
Persephone only smiled. “Not exactly. He merely…omitted.”
“I’ll see you rot in hell for going back on your promise.” She spat in the goddess’s face.
Persephone’s wicked grin faded. Slowly, she released one of Isadora’s arms to wipe her eye, and Isadora tensed, waiting for the punishment she knew was coming. You didn’t lash out at a god and live to tell about it.
But instead of the backhand into oblivion she expected, Persephone blinked. And when her eyes resettled on Isadora, they held a note of admiration. “Very good, Princess. There may be hope for you yet. Hades will be pleased to know you have a spine underneath that pasty white skin of yours.”
“Go to hell,” Isadora muttered.
Persephone’s grin widened. “I will. I like it there, you know. If it weren’t for my mother calling me back every few months, I’d happily stay there forever.” Her head came up sharply. “Ah, finally. They’re here.”
As Persephone eased to the side and turned to look behind her, Isadora got her first glimpse at what was coming toward them.
Hades she recognized, that sadistic son of a bitch, but it was the dark-haired woman walking at his side who held Isadora’s full attention.
Acacia. Her half sister.
A strange buzzing lit off in the center of Isadora’s chest, an electrical shock that vibrated every cell in her body and hummed in her ears. She recognized it because it was the same shock she’d felt in that human skin club the first night she’d seen Acacia. Only now it was growing, the humming vibrations intensifying with each step her sister took toward her.
“Stop!” Isadora yelled.
Acacia’s feet paused. Her violet eyes—oh, gods, those eyes that were just like their father’s—never strayed from Isadora’s face. “It’s okay,” she said. “I’ve come to help you.”
Panic welled in Isadora’s chest, but because Persephone still had a death grip on her arm, she couldn’t move. “No, it’s not okay. Don’t come closer. You don’t know what you’re doing.”
“Yes, I do,” Acacia said. “I know exactly what I’m doing. I’m going to save you and our people.” She started walking again, and that buzz grew so loud, Isadora could barely hear. “It’s what I want.”
“Acacia! No!” From out of nowhere Theron charged the meadow, but before he reached the edge, Hades lifted his hand, flicked his wrist and formed a shield around the entire Stone Circle. Theron hit the invisible barrier with a crack, bounced off and fell back. But an instant later he was on his feet, pounding on the force field and screaming in a muffled voice. Behind him, others came running.
“Damn Argonauts,” Hades muttered under his breath. “Always with the heroics.”
Acacia stopped two feet from Isadora, and the buzzing vibrations were so intense now, Isadora couldn’t move even when Persephone finally released her grip and eased out of the way. All she could do was stare.
Acacia looked once longingly at Theron, then turned to face her sister. One single tear slid down her cheek. “My name’s Casey.”
“Don’t do this,” Isadora whispered.
“I have to.” She reached out and gripped both of Isadora’s hands, and a popping sound lit off in Isadora’s head, followed by an electrical current that rushed through her limbs. In a vortex, she and Casey were lifted off the ground and spun at light speed until a blinding radiance shone from every cell in her body. She jerked and seized, and then the world went black and the only sound was a fading buzz ringing somewhere in the darkness.
Chapter Twenty-six
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