Page 41 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

Styx Put Her Arms Around Me

And I shuddered against her cold form.

She put her chin on my head,

spoke comfortingly to me.

‘We do not die, child.

She is not dead,

not the way you are thinking.

Instead, you must picture her alive,

just in a different form.

Here, and not here.

We do not have to have

these bodies to continue

to exist.’

But it did not matter

how Styx saw it.

To me,

my mother,

my confidante,

my only friend,

was now truly gone .