25
“We came from Tartarus,” Themis tells us.
“Tartarus is a prison,” Tina says.
“Like UWR,” Shauna agrees.
“A convenient lie. In actuality, it is our birthplace. All the supernatural beings. Fae and vampires and shifters. We lived there not as gods, but as hunted creatures,” Themis paces as she talks, her voice spiking louder in odd places. Almost like she’s a broken set of scales.
“When Zee, myself, and several of the other founding gods escaped here to Earth, we were grateful. It was a fresh start and we agreed that we must never do anything to threaten it. I fashioned the scales, to guide us in this new world. And to remind ourselves, always, what hung in the balance if we overstepped.”
Themis abruptly stops short. She whirls and stalks toward me, eyes wild. “I had Zee well in han
