This is Book 2. Read Hades' Daughter before this one, if you haven't already.
Scarlett's short time on earth has been eventful, to say the least, but it's not over yet. After her boyfriend dying; her once friend, now enemy, taking him; her family a...
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At dinner, my dad's eyes barely leave me. He must have realized that something happened on my walk, because I can see the worry back in his eyes. He already knows about me falling into the fire pit, because he saw me come back in my makeshift cover, but I can see he doesn't believe that that's the only thing that happened.
"What happened when you were out there?" he asks, finally speaking his worries. I place my fork down and reach for the cup of blood. I take a sip before answering.
"Nothing, I already told you what happened." He places his own fork down giving me a serious look.
"Something did happen, Scar, I know you," he says. I groan, pushing the plate away from me because of the jumble of nerves in my stomach at what my dad could have found out. I've been feeling off all day as well. It must be as a result of me returning home to the mess.
"It was stupid, and it doesn't matter," I mutter picking the glass back up.
"Everything matters somewhat," he tells me. I roll my eyes shaking my head, knowing he won't give up.
"I saw where Kyle used to live and lashed out," I say with a shrug, "See, it was stupid."
"That's not stupid, that's understandable," he lets me know as he raises his hand waving the servants forward. "Are you finished?" he asks. I nod, placing the now empty glass down on the table. As the servants clear the plates and glasses my dad stands up placing the napkin on the table.
I follow him out of the dining room and into the hallway. As we walk he calls over his shoulder, starting to explain what he found.
"This is all new to me, and even Zeus was unaware of this. It's ancient and has been forgotten, and I found it mentioned briefly in a book about the history of our family, and then saw the term again later in another one. It was even harder because I only have the small amount of information," he lets me know as we walk past his study. He comes to a stop outside a door, pushing to open to reveal on the other side a spacious library holding shelves of old looking books. Most of the books in here are falling apart, and are non-fiction, holding the history of Hell, and some of our family. Most of the family history is up in Olympus. As we enter the fireplaces all allow fire to enter them, causing the room to glow. My dad doesn't look around as he walks to the table in the middle, a book open. I follow quickly behind, and stop on the other side of the table looking down at the pages which are falling apart. The words are written in Greek, and some are missing as a result of holes in the material. I look at my dad; my fingers resting on the edge of the table, feeling my nerves grow even more now that I am actually going to get answers. He smiles at me, and points down at the passage he wants me to look at. I quickly read the Greek that is still there, which translates as:
