Page 91 of Hekate: The Witch (Goddesses of the Underworld #1)

First His Anger Filled the Room

It was like waking the sun in the middle of the night, the fury and the rage of it.

At the sound of the word from my lips, he stopped.

His eyes looked into mine, as though trying to recognize me.

He was colossal, so much bigger than me.

If he wanted, he could crush me between his fingers and be done with it.

Instead, amber tears started to fall down his face.

His arms reached out to me, but the shackles held him back.

‘Hekate?’ I nodded vigorously to tell him, yes, yes it is me .

His tears flowed freely now as he wearily beckoned me to come closer.

‘I am sorry I have not been able to fulfil my duties to you as your father. But there is one gift I can give you. A gift no other God-child has ever had. I apologize that I only have one gift for you, my daughter, when you deserve a hundred, a thousand more. But this is all I have to give you.’ My heart broke as I watched him pull at the unforgiving shackles until suddenly…

I felt the ground move under my feet and I was raised up to him.

I turned and saw Hades, his hand aloft as though holding the ground up till my father could rest his large hand on my head.

I turned back as my father began to speak.

‘My dearest daughter. I prophesize that you will be the Goddess of the strangest things. I prophesize the dead will bow to you as you move in their wake. And most of all, I prophesize that you will be free, in a way I will never ever be.’