"What are you doing?" She managed to choke out, her voice hoarse with anger. "Why am I here, being tied?" She bawled, looking directly at Atticus who was sitting right before her. He had a smirk on his face and he looked mysterious. Parco who was standing behind him held the same smirk of delight.
"Welcome back, Serra, or should I say Ishtar."
The color drained from Ishtar's face faster than Usain Bolt could ever run. She was utterly shocked that Atticus had addressed her by name. If Atticus knew her name, what else did he know about her? She wondered, struggling to deal with the shock.
"Surprised? Don't be. I've known all along. I knew who you were as soon as you entered my house, Ishtar, daughter of Hercules, the traitor."
"My father wasn't a traitor!" she shot back angrily, the trac
