"...I'm glad you've found nice friends in this life," Cate said, glancing at the others.
"Tell me the truth," Dahlia insisted. "I've... I've had dreams about when I was Persephone. I saw my childhood with Dionysus, and... When I met him."
She couldn't bring herself to say Hades' name out loud. A knot of pain was tied tight in her throat, that wouldn't let it out so easily. Cate's index finger made circles on the edge of her cup.
"You weren't Persephone," she rectified. "You were Kore. The child you saw was young, innocent, and blessed Kore. You once were Demeter's precious, youngest child. Her daughter, the only child she had conceived alone. You were her precious Spring, a young goddess blessed by Olympus."
"But then... What happened to me?" Dahlia asked. "I saw my childhood playing w
