When it happened again, I knew the hand belonged to a woman I despised. She locked me in a prison within my own mind. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. But at least I had my own thoughts, or at least I hoped they were. They had to be. Memories of Sky kept me going, gave me hope, and kept me alive. Eris stroked my hair. “I wonder what’s taking Skylar so long?” I rested my head on her lap and my body sprawled on her bed. I wanted to tell her to get her hands off me, but like before, I couldn’t. But I, too, wondered what took Skylar so long. I knew she was doing everything she could, so maybe something went wrong. The realization had me spinning with worries. Then I remembered she would be with my family and the gods. She would be safe. “Oh, I hope she isn’t dead. That would be awful. She was my last chance. Everyone else died in the process,” she rambled. Everyone else died in the process? Where did Sky go? Where did Hermes lead her? It didn’t matter where they went.
