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I give a half-hearted shrug.
Lazlo swallows but a second later, he nods tightly. “It is correct.”
I clench my fists, excitement and anticipation tingling across my palms. Soon…
Soon I’ll be able to touch Persephone once again.
Kiss her.
Fuck her.
Possess her.
I cannot wait.
Chapter2
Persephone
The sun is setting in a dazzling array of colors. Reds, pinks, purples, even a dusky blue. I float on top of the water, always conscious of the rippling current below my body and the rushingshh shhof the ocean meeting the shore. The water is warm here, almost like a bath. On the distant shore, a woman stands and watches me, her hand thrown up to shield her eyes from the dying sun.
I don’t want to think about Marta. Don’t want to count the days that I have been held captive on this tropical paradise. Don’t want to face the uncertain future.
So I submerge myself fully, darting into the water and swimming in a random direction until I have to come up for air. My left hand skims against my belly, swollen and growing rounder by the day.
Hades’ final gift to me, it seems. He left me with his baby growing inside me… and several non-English speaking minders, to shelter in this endless summer.
I come up gasping for air, clearing the water from my eyes. Marta is approaching, her mouth set. From what I have gleaned, she doesn’t like me swimming when I am so very pregnant. Five months along, if I have my timeline correct.
I have no real way of knowing, because I haven’t seen a doctor since I arrived on this island, bound and gagged.
Sighing to myself, I start to swim toward the shore. Though I have come to love the sea and the salty air, I tire more easily these days. Besides, there is nowhere to swim to from this island.
Believe me, I tried that months ago.
My feet touch the sandy ocean floor and I trudge up the beach, leaving behind the warm water like I would leave a warm comforter in the winter. I’m shivering by the time I reach Marta, who holds an unfolded beach towel for me.
“Gracias,” I say gently.
Marta nods, smoothing her hands down her long blue cotton dress. “Si. De nada.”
She averts her gaze from my pregnant belly. It looks like I’ve managed to swallow a whole cantaloupe somehow and it is definitely noticeable to other people by now.
That, and the terrible bouts of morning sickness and tender breasts that I had early on. Thank god that’s over.
I hurry into the white cotton dress that I left in the sand, pushing my feet into flip flops. Sand sticks to every part of my body but I don’t much care.
I’m suddenly too tired to do much other than hustle toward the mansion that stands as the only deviled part of this whole freaking island. Again, I know that because I spent days searching for a way to get myself off of this island.
But there is none.
No hope.
A part of me worries about giving birth out here, with no one but terrified little Marta to help. But I can’t think about that.
Marta looks around while we walk up to the beautiful white beachfront mansion.
“Pescado?” she whispers.
