Paige
A prickling itch settled over my skin as I hastened out the hotel's glass doors. Was I getting sick? I didn't have time for a cold or anything. I needed to grab that blasted alternative book for Persephone and get Dion back.
My yells and pleading for Hera to come and help me went unanswered. Figured. Why would a goddess stop in her day to help a mere mortal?
Of course, she was the one that started this whole crazy mess that I was in now. Hermes was still missing but I wasn't going to wait around like some damsel locked in a tower hoping to be rescued.
On the street, the sensation along my skin disappeared. Good. One less thing to worry about.
I hailed a taxi. Good thing I knew a bit about Greek myths and legends so I was pretty sure where I'd find the gate to Hades' lair. My on
