Page 8 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

When the Messenger Arrived

the sound of his broken wings echoed

across this dilapidated palace.

When she saw him,

my mother knew.

He wore my father’s sigil

and when we rushed to help him,

he put his hand up to stop us,

his body crumpling to the floor.

We reached him just as

his bloodied mouth opened,

as the ichor from his wounds

pooled at his feet.

‘All

is lost.

They are on their way.

You must run !’