too private to offer up for public consumption.
Besides, there really was no way to tell a part of the
story without revealing most of it. She’d spent ten years
hiding her parasitic nature—and the fact that she had
to feed from a human host—from Calliope and the
Asetian Guard. She hated for the jig to be up now.
Dagan’s gaze met hers, flat, implacable.
“I was injured,” Roxy hedged. “He helped me heal.
Clearly I wasn’t dying. Do I look like I was dying?”
“You tried to take her heart,” Calliope accused, her
gaze sliding to Dagan, her hand flexing on her knife.
“A soul reaper did. But it wasn’t me.”
Calliope’s breath hissed from between her teeth, a
sound so unlikely to be coming from Calliope Kane
that it made Roxy freeze.
“Calliope—”
“I saw the scar, far too smooth and even to be only
a few days old. You are a mere infant among the Daughters. You do not yet have the power to heal like that.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How did he help you heal? Please
the goddess Aset, tell me you didn’t drink his blood.”
Roxy stared at her, uncomprehending. “What?”
“Whose blood healed you?” But her gaze was already shifting to Dagan, as though she knew.
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Roxy felt like the world was tilting upside down, everything she knew turning inside out, leaving skin on
the inside and raw, bloody flesh out. The things Calliope was revealing. She was an infant among the
Daughters? Was Calliope implying that her supernatural power would grow? But more than that…the blood.
Calliope knew about the blood.
“What—” Roxy’s breathing was way too fast. She
tried to slow it, tried to stay calm. “What do you know
