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With a final breath, I simply fall deeper into the pit.
And give his minions what they crave.My life.
Chapter 21
Sera
“Are you sure you’re okay?”Maliki asks me for the third time in the last thirty minutes.
And I…
I simply can’t take hearing this question again.
Because… “No.I’m not okay. But I don’t really have a choice, do I?”
“You always have a choice, Sera.”
“Oh?” I drop the clothes I’m holding onto the bed and rotate to face him. “What happened to you telling me I would be going about this the hard way if I refused the God of Death’s proposal? Where was my choice then?”
“If I recall correctly, you chose to tell him to go to Styx and didn’t agree to relocate to your new accommodations,” he reminds me.
“I don’t even know where Styx is,” I gripe back at him. But the second part of that statement is true—I refused.
“It’s an infamous river in the Mythos Fae Realm that has since dried up. But I actually first learned about it in Greek mythology.”
I blink at him. “Greek mythology?” I shake my head because I don’t even think I want to know. “Never mind. My point is, no, I’m not okay. And I need you to stop asking.”
His expression turns solemn as he nods. “Okay, Sera. What else do you need me to do?”
I consider my hut.
My things.
What little I own.
The closet is not even a quarter of the way full. I have very little in my dressers. The pots and pans and eatery items all came with my kitchen.
I guess I have the plant I only just started to nurture. Though, I don’t think there is much of a point in that hobby anymore.
There’s really nothing I care about here.
Except Pip.
And I haven’t seen him since he gave me the pot.
“Do you think Hades will let me take Pip with me?” I ask Maliki, feeling more dejected than I can ever remember in my life.
This isn’t the Sera I want to be, I think, disappointed.I guess I’ll just go back to being Serapina until Persephone takes over.
“No, I don’t think the obsessive-possessive God named Hades is going to let you bring a male fae to live in the palace with you,” Maliki says slowly. “How could you even ask that? And for the last time,who the fuck is Pip?”
I gape at him. “What male fae?” I ask, utterly lost as to where he even came up with that idea. “And I’ve told you—Pip is a spirit.”
“A Death Fae,” he says.
I just look at him. “What Death Fae?”
“Pip.”
