"I have no idea what you're talking about, and when exactly did you return from your trip?" I issued a challenging question to her. I was trying to get to her, but Heracles had been preventing me from doing so with his hand, and I could not escape it.
"Who informed you that I was f*****g dead?" I responded by shaking my head in response to her question as she demonstrated her anger by her deep voice and the color change in her eyes.
"No one warned you that . . ."
"Fiona, that's enough." Heracles interrupted me, and when he did that, it made my eyes go wide, and it offended me—I was just about to ask him a question when I was cut off by the woman who was swearing, but he stopped me.
"Just what exactly do you mean? I don't want to keep my mouth shut if I'm never going to find out how th
