Usually it was Chaos who responded to threats of such a nature, who roared to the surface with the mist around me, thunder and lightning forming a storm in my hair, falling stars shooting from the neckline of my gown as she became herself through me.
She didn't have time to respond this round, however. I think I knew what was coming and had a head of fury on even before Juno opened her ugly, hurtful mouth and said what she just said about Delilah. About my baby sister. Screw Destiny and her geas. Like I needed it to take Delilah's side. Besides, as far as I was concerned, it took a menace to know one.
So, when I struck out at the Roman goddess, it was me and me alone who hit her full in the chest with a push of rage filled energy, who slammed her backward into the gods crowding behind he
