Chapter Thirteen
ProserpinaPresent Day
Gold-green forests.
Dark earth, bright bluebells, glittering river.
A man with antlers twining from his hair stands in the midst of it all, tilting his face to the sun. Sweat glistens in the hollow of his throat, along the sculpted lines of his tight stomach. Loose trousers hang from his trim hips, showing off the muscles low on his belly and the golden hair arrowing down from his navel. Power radiates through him and hunger too. He looks like Auden—he could be Auden, except when he drops his face to survey the forest clearing, I see that he’s not. He has the same hazel eyes, the same high cheeks and forehead, but his mouth is fuller, his nose and jaw more rugged, and the hair that waves around the antlers and curls down towards his shoulders
