Styx (Goddesses of the Underworld #2)

40. Styx’s Voice Held a Mystery

Styx’s Voice Held a Mystery

When I looked into her split eyes I saw

a thousand stories unfold in a moment.

There was warning and peril,

but it was encased with ambition and wonder.

‘Styx,’ I whispered softly, my voice

carried by the breeze.

‘Do you remember

when you made the eel?’

Her mouth set in a thin line as she said,

‘I think that was a mistake.’

I shook my head. ‘It was not.

You and I, we can do things

that they have not blessed us with.’

Styx looked down

at the crimson flower in her hand.

‘If we can make things like this.

Things that did not exist before—’

I took her hand and finished for her.

‘What else can we do

that they do not think we can.’