I took the opportunity and wrenched the dagger from Hera’s grasp. Without thinking, I knocked the blunt end on her head and she fell to the floor unconscious.
With gold still dripping from my palm, I walked to the throne Hera sat on earlier. My eyes closed momentarily, and I rested my bloody palm on them. Gold dripped down my cheeks, like war paint.
I took a step, then another, two more, and I draped myself on the throne.
Thunder boomed again, and glacier crept up the windows. The temperature in the room dropped dangerously low, until all the windows were completely frozen with frost, inside and out.
By now, most of the guards had surrendered, seeing their queen defeated and unconscious. I screened the whole length of the room.
Diana and Helen were still under the influence of th
