Page 261 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Kore

We ran through the woods,

the sound of our racing feet

mingling with the sound of her sobs

louder and louder until it felt

like the heartbeat of Chaos herself.

Finally we reached the centre

of the forest, a stone cottage,

grey and cold, unlike anything

Kore could ever be used to.

I swallowed my anger

and together, Styx and I

walked into the cottage.

We found the girl sitting

at a stone table, tears falling

down her face.

She looked up at us

in surprise

and her tears stopped.

‘Kore,’ Styx said,

‘we have come to help.’

But I said nothing.

My eyes were locked

upon the plate before her.

A single pomegranate burst open.

A seed in her hand, the juice

red as blood on her lips.