C10 Chapter 10

I stare at Persephone as I come to an abrupt halt. “Leave? Do you mean with my army? To ambush Clay?” I ask this with forced optimism as her tone seemed to imply something else.

The goddess of the Underworld clears her throat and then relaxes her fingers to drop her hands and smooth the folds of her gown. “No. No. I just meant it’s time for breakfast,” she says, looking cool, gracious