Ch. 50: Hecate's Discovery
I walked into the hospital, my face a mask of composure, though beneath the surface, rage simmered. The coat I wore hid the two items I had retrieved from Aphrodite—trophies from an interrupted encounter, but enough to push me closer to the truth. Cursed children, black amber—pieces of a puzzle, fragments of something bigger. But all of it paled now, overshadowed by a deeper, more personal loss.
"Damnit," I muttered, gnashing my teeth as I neared the reception desk. First Hermes, now Hecate. It was as if the universe was mocking me, stripping away the ones I thought I could protect. A pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I had been distracted. If only I hadn't lost focus at that party. If only I hadn't been so preoccupied.
