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No, the worst part is that there was a side of her—a side she’d never known existed until tonight—that wanted to run back inside, find him, and demand a lesson in the anatomy of his body.
CHAPTER III – NEW ATHENS NEWS
Persephone checked the mirror to ensure her glamour was in place. It was weak magic because it was borrowed magic, but it was enough to hide her horns and turn her bottle-green eyes mossy.
She reached up to apply a touch more glamour to her eyes. They were the hardest to get right, and it took the most magic to dull their bright, abnormal light. As she lifted her hand, she halted, noticing something on her wrist.
Something dark.
She took a closer look. A series of black dots marked her skin, some smaller, others larger. It looked like a simple, elegant tattoo had been inked on her arm.
And it was wrong.
Persephone turned the faucet on and scrubbed her skin until it was red and raw, but the ink didn’t move or smear. In fact, it seemed to darken.
Then she remembered yesterday at Nevernight when Hades hand had covered hers to keep her from leaving. The warmth of his skin transferred to hers, but when she fled the club later, that warmth turned to a burn, which only intensified when she went to bed last night.
She’d turned on the light several times to inspect her wrist but found nothing.
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Persephone lifted her gaze to the mirror and her glamour rippled from her anger. Why had she obeyed his request to stay? Why had she been blind to the fact that she had invited the God of the Dead to teach her cards?
She knew why. She’d been distracted by his beauty. Why hadn’t anyone warned her that Hades was a charming bastard? That his smile stole breath and his gaze stopped hearts?
What was this thing on her wrist and what did it mean?
She knew one thing for certain: Hades was going to tell her.
Today.
Before she could return to the obsidian tower, however, she had to go to her internship. Her eyes fell to a pretty embellished box her mother had given her. It held jewelry now, but at twelve, it had held five gold seeds. Demeter had crafted them from her magic and had said they would bloom into roses the color of liquid gold for her, the Goddess of Spring.
Persephone planted them and did her best to nurture the flowers, but instead of growing into the blossoms she expected, they grew withered and black.
She would never forget the look on her mother’s face when she found her staring at the wilted roses—shocked, disappointed, and in disbelief that her daughter’s flowers grew from the ground like something straight out of the Underworld.
Demeter had reached forward, touched the flowers, and they flared with life.
Persephone never went near them again and avoided that part of the greenhouse.
Looking at the box, the mark on her skin burned hotter, a reminder of another failed attempt to please her mother. She searched through the box until she found a bracelet wide enough to cover the mark. It would have to do until Hades removed it.
As Persephone moved back into her room, her mother appeared in front of her. Persephone jumped, and her heart felt like it wanted to jump out of her chest.
“By the gods, mother! Can you at least use the door like a normal parent? And knock?”
On a normal day, she wouldn’t have snapped at her mother, but she was feeling on edge. Demeter couldn’t find out about Nevernight.
The Goddess of Harvest was beautiful and didn’t bother to glamour up to hide her elegant, seven-point antlers. Her hair was blond like Persephone’s, but straight and long. She had creamy skin and her high cheekbones were naturally rosy like her lips. Demeter lifted her pointed chin, assessing Persephone with critical eyes—eyes that changed from brown to green to gold.
“Nonsense,” she said, taking Persephone’s chin between her thumb and forefinger, applying more magic. Persephone knew what she was doing without looking in the mirror—covering her freckles, brightening the color in her cheeks, and straightening her wavy hair. Demeter liked when Persephone resembled her, and Persephone preferred to look as little like her mother as possible.
“You might be playing mortal, but you can still look Divine,” she said.
Persephone rolled her eyes. Her appearance was just another way she disappointed her mother.
“There!” Demeter finally exclaimed, releasing her chin. “Beautiful.”
