Nefretiri
"Careful," I breathed as my brother set the box on the table. He'd shifted, carrying the package in for us because it was impossible for me to grab it, let alone pick it up. Odie was strong, but the box was incredibly heavy. "I think there's glass inside."
"Your husband is out of his mind," Odie muttered, staring at the box cautiously. "He went to Circe? Not anyone else… What the fuck is he doing in Tartarus in the first place?"
"I could… check," Dylan offered, scowling at the box as well. "I know… how to get there."
"That might be something I ask of you, but not right now," I sighed, my heart racing. Ivan had sent this to me. How he'd done it was a mystery that could only be answered by one thing. Circe. "But… how did she get it here?"
"If… the rumors about her are true, then she's… got the powers of a god without being a god."
