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A new frame stopped beside her and she looked it over, her mouth going dry. Angels, so many angels, bloody tears raining down wings of white and gold. Men and women wearing togas fought each angelic warrior savagely.
And there on the ground at their feet were the Lords, bloody, broken…lifeless. She wanted to cry, to collapse.
“To answer your other question,” Cronus continued, “I do wish to know Galen’s secrets. I do wish for you to betray him. For this to occur, I need you to protect him, as well. As I said, I have my reasons and my plans, and by rights I should punish you for daring to question their logic.”
All she could think about was Paris’s death. Paris, dying. Paris, dead. Paris, gone forever.
Cronus added, “Before you think that my faithless wife had the right idea when she conspired to lock me away, before you think to put in place any plot that would result in finding a way for my wife alone to reign—” his voice went low, harsh “—know that if Rhea rules, your sister’s killer will control the fate of your world.”
Her head spun with even more disbelief, fury and dread. Cronus had just said…had just claimed… “But you told me she was alive,” Sie
“She was.”
Was. Not “is.” Was.“And now?” Another croak.
Wrath chose that moment to get his slam on, and this time, he snarled. Something is wrong. I don’t like this.
His voice jolted her. He’d spoken to her before, of course, but usually he limited himself to words like punish, kill, heavenand hell.
Is he lying?As Zacharel had implied. Please, tell me he’s lying.
I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now.
A whimper slipped from her.
“I have done my research. Skye became a Hunter,” Cronus said. “Perhaps for the same reason you did—to right the wrong of her abduction. You could have met her, talked to her, and never have known it, for she was a child when you saw her last. Nor would she have known you. She eventually got out, but she was married to a Hunter. She was trying to get him out, as well. She…died with him.”
“No.” This was too much to take in. She couldn’t process it all.
“And when Rhea learned that you, my winged savior, were searching for the girl, she had her…” His gaze skittered away. “Rhea had her killed.”
Wrath released another snarl. Something is wrong.
“You’re lying. You have to be lying.” Sie
“Very well.”
The air in front of her shimmered, crystallized, and then, as if she were looking through a magical peephole, she saw a bedroom, a black-haired girl sprawled on the floor, her throat slit, her body resting beside a man who’d clearly met a similar fate. A lake of crimson pooled around them, thick and black at the edges.
Sie
“That’s not her,” she said with a violent shake of her head. “My Skye had blond hair.”
“So does this girl. You know the black is not her natural color. Her lashes prove this.”
Sie
E
I’ll always love you more than anything or anyone.
“No.” Plump lips, soft and pink, and as big as Sie
“Yes. When I…found her like this, I scoured her mind, her memories. This is your Skye.”
“No!”
Her sister…lying on the floor. Ruined. Dead. Gone forever, like Paris would be. No longer a little girl, but a woman. Gone…forever… The words echoed in her mind, horrifying and shocking and sickening. Gone…
Is that truly her?she asked Wrath.
Yes. I can see her life, and you in it, but I ca
Sie
“It is not always so simple, even for me.” Guilt, so much guilt in his tone, all over his features, radiating from him.
Wrong, so wrong.
Enough with the babbling!“You’re the self-proclaimed king of the gods.” She shook Cronus all the harder. “Ruler of the Titans. Jailer of the Greeks. Leader of the Lords of the Underworld. What’s one little soul compared to all that? Bring. Her. Back.”
“There are laws of life and death even I must obey.”
“Her soul—”
“Is no longer savable.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“That doesn’t change the circumstances.”
“Bastard!” Her palm darted out of its own volition, slapping his cheek so sharply she would not have been surprised to find she’d peeled away his skin. “You lied to me. Said she was Galen’s prisoner.”
When he failed to retaliate, or block himself from further abuse, she struck again.
“You lied!”
“To ensure you obeyed me and kept Galen under control, I did what I felt I had to do,” he at last admitted. “I knew you would not kill him if you thought only he knew where your sister was. And as I said, I have my reasons for wanting him protected for now. But no, Galen never imprisoned her. She never had a child with him.”
Another slap, this one so hard she thought she fractured her own bones. Still he accepted the abuse without comment. “Her death could be another of your lies. Anything to jerk my chains, right?”
Wrong, so wrong, but she is dead. She is dead.
A blink and Sie
To theirmother.
Wrath released another snarl, another and another, something “wrong” continuing to prod at him. But he didn’t know what the problem was, and Sie
Her surroundings faded as she waded in and gathered the girl to her chest, clutching her close, letting her heart beat for both of them. The tears finally cascaded, falling, falling, a never-ending river of pain.
“I will return you to the castle,” Cronus said, voice as gentle as if he were speaking to a babe, “and I will give you time to come to terms with what has happened. Your memories will no longer haunt you, and you will be able to leave the realm, should you wish it. In this, you have my word. But I will come back for you, Sie
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
THE LORDS OF THE UNDERWORLD were here, on the island in Rome, and nearing the Temple of the Unspoken Ones at that very moment.