Page 89 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

I Wanted to Be Angry

If I was older, if I had any power,

I would unleash it all

to rescue my parents.

But I had nothing.

No one had told me

what sort of Goddess I was.

The poniard of longing

pierced my soul again.

When would I harness my power?

So instead,

I walked to where my father was chained,

feet slipping in slick gold.

My hands balled into

fists by my side,

nails digging into my skin.

Slowly, I reached out,

my hand shaking,

and I touched his knee.