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Persephone opened her bleary eyes to see a flash of bright green.

“Galanthis,” she said, her voice a low slur before everything went dark.

CHAPTER XV

PERSEPHONE

“Lady Persephone.”

She woke to the call of her name, but it was a distant echo, and she did not want to open her eyes.

“Lady Persephone?” the voice said again, closer now but muted.

She frowned, her brows lowered.

Just go away, she thought.

She wanted to linger in the shadows for as long as possible. It was safe here.

“Lady Persephone!”

Suddenly, it was like she had been pulled from the River Styx, surfacing from darkness. She took a deep breath as she opened her eyes and found that she was seated behind her desk in her office at Alexandria Tower. Her hands were on her keyboard, her head turned to the door, looking at a man with delicate features and a swath of brown curls. He had a youthful appearance and dreamy eyes, and she had no idea who he was.

“Late night celebrating?” he asked with a raised brow.

Celebrating?

Persephone hesitated and then frowned.

“Can I…help you?”

“Just making sure you prepare for your meeting tomorrow,” he said, stepping fully into her office now.

He was dressed in a fitted button-down shirt and tight slacks, complete with a bow tie. She found herself wondering what Hermes would think of his outfit.

“Meeting?” she asked, confused.

She didn’t know anything about a meeting.

The man lowered his chin, staring pointedly at her. “You have an interview with theNews. They’re doing a whole spread on how you overtook Epik Communications.”

“Excuse me?”

Those were familiar things—theNewswas one of the largest national news outlets, while Epik Communications was a media conglomerate owned by Kal Stavros, a man desperate to gain a foothold in the world of the Divine. Except he’d gone about it the wrong way, and Hades had punished him severely, but that had not changed Kal’s control over the media.

The man sighed. “Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“No one told me!” Persephone said, defensive.

She tried to think back on the last few days but recalled nothing.

“Excuse you! I sent you questions three weeks ago!”

He came around her desk and took control of her mouse, clicking around until he brought up an email that included a document detailing the structure of the interview and a list of questions. It was signed with thename Amphion. Beneath that was his title: Assistant to Lady Persephone, CEO of Key Media Company.

Key Media Company?Persephone whispered.

“See,” he said smugly.

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