Melinoe knew that her days in the castle were numbered. Prince Amaro recognized her for who she was, Erishkigal’s daughter. If she had to execute the plan given by her mother, she had to do it soon.
But what plan was that again?
There was a twitch in her chest as if her mother was twisting it from afar. She needed results. An urgent whisper came like a forceful blow of air in her ears.
“What are you waiting for? You are in there. Break his heart, one way or the other with your wiles or a knife.”
Melinoe was aware that she might not succeed with the former and might have to break her own heart – what was left of it - with the latter. She would lose both ways, but going against her mother was a dangerous thing. The young witch loved her mother, but she also knew how Hades’ consort could
