Chapter 7The goddess unleashed an arc of white flame from her fingertips at Kreusa, and it struck her square in the face. The immortal fire enveloped Kreusa in an instant.
Aeneas sprang back, pain searing through his palm.
Kreusa didn’t have time to scream. She collapsed like a felled tree. Aeneas couldn’t tell where Kreusa began and the fire ended. Flames cascaded across her body, inside and out. It was over in a heartbeat. Where Kreusa had stood, there was only a pile of ash. The pool of fire spilled across the wooden boards, flames leaping.
Sickness curdled in his belly. Hera hadn’t just killed Kreusa. She’d obliterated her. Aeneas stumbled back from the flames. Numb shock spread over him. He cradled his burnt hand.
‘Why?’ he whispered.
Hera gave him a withering look. ‘Every simple
