I had not expected Persephone to transform. No matter how much we’d pushed her. Maybe it had to with when she touched my father’s phone. Olympian power exposed her true self, perhaps?
I also wasn’t expecting her to attack me. It wasn’t her style. Lying and manipulation? Yes. Physical violence?
Yeah. Not quite. Though I was quickly learning that this goddess was full of surprises.
“Persephone, stop!”
I grabbed her arm as she went for my throat. But I should have known better. The moment I acknowledged her, the very second I made contact with her skin, my mind was assaulted with her memories. Her emotions. I felt the fear just as she had the day she had been taken by Hades. The slow-burning anger she harvested for being forced to remain in the Underworld. But along with those memories c
