Page 32 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Styx’s Visit

Styx was as strange as her river. She finally returned two days after Charon’s gift of nectar.

It had made me feel stronger than I had felt in days, weeks, months, but I craved more, much more than a small chalice.

When Styx arrived she rose from the spirit-filled water.

Her long green hair lay soaked to her waist and when the ghostly hands tried to pull her back, a snake-like hiss escaped her lips, causing them to disperse quickly in fright.

I wished to be so terrifying one day that monsters and ghosts were afraid of me.

Her fangs glittered as she smiled at me.

It was a cold smile, but I had been alone long enough that any interaction with another one of my kind felt like a blessing.

She put her hands forward and from the air, it seemed, a silver bowl and a chalice appeared, and she handed both to me.