Page 138 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

The Meeting

Hermes spoke as we walked.

‘I take it that you will not be here long.’

I shook my head.

‘I am passing through to the Halls of Night.’

A frown marred his childlike features.

‘Are you aware of what lies there?’

I nodded carefully.

‘Yes, I have heard the stories.’

When he said nothing,

I tore my eyes away from

a meadow of blood-red flowers

to look at his perplexed expression.

His tone was quiet and measured.

‘What is it, Hekate, that you seek?’

I could not tell him. The war may have been over,

but even the dead sometimes spoke

about the eternal resentments

the Gods bore towards each other.

One wrong word, and the Olympian

in him would be unleashed.