If anything could achieve that, it was Mona’s love of research and facts.
“The dryness in the air reminds me of the Rhea Desert,” Mona whispered back. “That’s where Pandora and I met the fire witches. But this is… different.” She shook her head. “I’ve read about magical voids where powers do not function properly. I’ll have to think about where those spots are located and if any of them match this description.”
Prue nodded, comforted by Mona’s response. If anyone could figure out where they were right now, it was Mona.
Although Prue wasn’t sure what good it would do. Even if theydiddiscover where they were, they were helpless without magic.
Hyperion did not outrightsaythat Titan magic functioned here. But it was too risky to try anything. Even if his magic was blocked like theirs, his brute strength alone would be enough to overpower them. And it was very likely the other Titans were lingering nearby and would appear at any moment.
But the real question was, why were they here? If the Titans wanted them dead, they could have killed them already.
No, Prue had a nasty feeling that the Titans had something sinister in mind for them.
She shuddered, drawing closer to Mona as they followed after Hyperion’s long strides. When they reached the edge of the arid forest, Hyperion waved his hand in front of him. The air twisted with that same dark power, and Prue suppressed another shiver of disgust.
The barren forest shifted, and instead of an empty wasteland, Prue saw a large cottage made of decaying logs that looked rotten and on the brink of collapse.
Hyperion moved toward the cottage, and Prue and Mona followed. Apprehension and dread coiled in Prue’s chest. It was clear that Hyperion’s magicdidwork here.
Which meant whatever small hope they had of escaping had plummeted.
They had no chance at all of surviving whatever the Titans had in store for them.
Despair coiled tightly inside her, and she wanted to fall to the earth and sob, to scream at the injustice of it all.
But she couldn’t. Mona needed her.
And she knew in her bones that Cyrus would tear the realms apart to find her.
Surely the Titans knew that. They were smart enough to discern how much Prue meant to Cyrus. They had known as much when they’d known to strikeherinstead of Cyrus.
Was this all an elaborate trap to lure Cyrus to a place with no magic?
He has Titan magic,Prue reminded herself.He isn’t powerless. He will come. Cyrus and Evander will both come for us.
But the hopelessness crashed through her anew, because even if her husbanddidcome for her, the Titans would kill him.
Cyrus and Evander were just two gods against five Titans. And their death magic would not work here.
No matter how powerful Cyrus was, he couldn’t stop that many of them. Not when Prue, Mona, and Evander were powerless.
All the Titans had to do was hold a knife to one of their throats, and Cyrus would be helpless.
The wooden door to the cottage creaked open, and Hyperion stood by the threshold, gesturing for the sisters to enter. Prue gripped Mona’s arm tighter as the two stepped inside.
The interior was dark and smelled of dust and mold. Prue wrinkled her nose, squinting against the darkness. A massive living room stood before her, filled with worn sofas and armchairs with ripped fabric. A staircase was to the left, and a ragged green rug lined the wooden floors.
Four large figures stood in the center ofthe room, their forms outlined by the faint light filtering in through the windows.
Prue tensed, and Mona trembled beside her as the Titans straightened, their eyes narrowing on the two sisters.
“Be at ease,” said Hyperion as he strode inside. The door slammed shut behind him. “They will not harm you. At least… not yet.”
A few Titans chuckled at that, and Prue bit down on her tongue to keep from spitting at them.
They feasted on their fear. Theyenjoyedit.
“Why are we here?” Prue demanded. “What do you want from us?”
