HERA
The voice was back, crawling into my mind like a snake. Its tone teasing, mocking.
"Enjoying your stay, Hera? How does it feel to be brought so low? A rightful queen reduced to scrubbing floors…"
I jolted awake, anger flashing through me.
I tried to concentrate, to know where that voice was coming from, but when I closed my eyes, all I could see was the door at the end of the hallway.
The one Atticus forbade me from going to again.
I wanted to storm to the source, to where this taunting presence was coming from, but on my way down the hall, I nearly collided with the last person I wanted to see.
Atticus.
Okay, he might not be the last person I want to see, but he was a close second.
He was tall, imposing as ever, his sharp eyes locking onto mine with that familiar glint o
