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Chapter Nineteen
“I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I.”
—Greta Garbo
Fuck Hades and his fine print terms and conditions!Divina thought as she stomped up the hundred steps that led to the Celestial Palace, Ere and Sorin stomping right alongside her, stupid, fucking lyre in tow.
Fuck the universe, time and space for trying to keep her and Andros apart!
See him in the next life, her pedicured foot!
She was going to see him just as soon as she delivered the lyre to Papa Jade. Then, she was going to beg, kill, steal, finagle her way back to Andros’ arms.
Even if she had to be reborn in thepast.
Even if she had todieto be reborn. (Though please let it not be terribly gruesome and drawn out).
Even if she had to be mortal and take another body. (She’d prefer a pretty, young one).
Even if she had to make her centaur fall in love with her all over again, she was going to do it, gods damn it!
“Calm yourself, child,” the Master’s monotone voice sighed through the opulent palace a moment before he took form.
“Your feathers are molting.”
Given the fact that Divina was in human form, she briefly wondered how Fufu could tell. But she supposed it was true.
Her hair was certainly in complete and utter disarray, puffed up and tangled like Medusa’s snake locks, practically hissing with discontent. She was still wearing the ragged tunic she traveled and fought the serpent in. Ripped and tattered. Bloody and stained.
Her body was covered with grime and dirt, dried blood and maybe some snake gore, since she did rip the creature from tonsil to tail, after all. Couldn’t avoid the splatter. Her skin flaked and her lips peeled, as if she’d been left too long under a baking sun without sunscreen, moisturizer or water.
In short, Divina was a hot, pissed off mess.
And it wasn’t the temptress kind of hot. It was the temper about to blow like a volcano kind of hot.
She grabbed the lyre none too gently from Sorin’s hands and thrust the confounded thing at Shifu with enough force to make the ageless being startle with a jolt.
“Here. Mission accomplished,” she spat.
He turned the golden instrument this way and that, humming in his throat with appreciation.
“It is indeed a treasure worth retrieving. Well done.”
“I want something in return,” she went straight to the point.
“In return for what?”
“The fucking lyre!”
Divina didn’t usually cuss. It wasn’t ladylike. She had better manners than this.
Usually.
Present circumstances were far from usual, however.
“The Song of Destiny and all that!” she raged and spun her arms in a wheeling motion, frustrated, pent-up energy bursting from her body through her wild gestures.
“We brought it to you.”
