Chapter 12
“Why would you wake me up, my love?” Yilir said, grasped in Charon’s embrace. “Don’t you know they will be after us again?”
Charon pulled back slightly to look her in the face. “You do not know, do you?”
“Know what?” Yilir replied, staring deeply into Charon’s eyes, unfazed by the fact he was little more than cloth and yellow, burning eyes.
“The gods have abandoned Earth. Only Bacchus remains, and he is in Heaven, far removed from the dealings of Hell.”
Yilir inhaled deeply. “You mean . . . could it be true? Could the curse of our love be lifted after all this time?”
“Alas, I am still bound to my duties as the ferryman. Nothing can stop that except for a reprieve from Hades himself.”
“And yet,” Yilir said, stepping into the boat, “my curse is lifted.”
“Not quite,” Akta s
