Hekate
"Going somewhere?" I ask, gaze dropping to the packed luggage.
The woman jumps at my voice, turning immediately to find me leaning against the door. Her eyes widen with fear and surprise. "Prince Rune--"
"Atlas."
One word. One name. Stories untold, secrets buried. A friend. A foe. I have never been able to decide which of them Atlas Moonburn was.
The staff in her grasp clatters to the ground and her complexion turns blotchy. Pale. She looks much older now, her allure as a maiden nearly gone. Her grey eyes widen to the side of saucers and she stumbles a step back, reaching behind her for the candle stand.
She hurls it at me, trembling with fear. "Oh, Goddess."
Displeasure curls my lips and I catch the golden stand, squeezing it hard in my grasp. "That is no way to treat an ol
