11
Ashton
All of a sudden, Hayley froze and her eyes, fixed on something right over my shoulder, went wide.
Without thinking, I took my sword from the table and shot up, pointing the blade at whoever was standing there.
But the moment I saw her, my shoulders relaxed and I lowered my sword. “Mahaera.”
The goddess smiled. “I see you’ve succeeded.”
I nodded. “Hayley, this is Mahaera, one of the goddesses in Wyth.”
Still very pale, Hayley stood up and lowered her head. “Um, hi.”
“You don’t bow to me, dear. You don’t bow to anyone,” Mahaera told her. She then turned to me and handed me a big basket she had been holding. “Here. Be a darling and start on supper. I bet Hayley is starving.”
I took the basket from the goddess. “Sure,” I mumbled, dragging my feet to the kitchen.
“Now, let’s
