I didn’t know what to say. What words were there that could soothe a wound so deep, so vicious?
“I don’t need sympathy,” Circe told me, and she lifted her arm away from her face. I saw no sign of grief or pain there, only anger so acute that I felt my pulse quicken. Her green eyes cut me through like a sickle to wheat. “But that is why I won’t let you help them. He needs to die. He needs to rot. But they’ll flock to him because they’re all birds of a feather, Astra. Between him and us, they will always choose Zeus.”
She sat up so suddenly that my heart leapt to my throat, but she didn’t do anything else - other than hold me captive with a stare so violent that I couldn’t tell if she was angry at me, too.
“Did you hear me?” she demanded. I saw her fingers digging into the cushion of the
