She rose to her feet and then turned to face the god who had become one of her closest friends. “Find my husband, Hermes. Do whatever you must.” He studied her for a moment, his beautiful face somehow soft and severe at the same time. “Do you know what you are asking, Sephy?” She took a step closer, holding his golden gaze. “I want blood, Hermes. I will fill rivers with it until he is found.” Theseus would soon discover that he had flown too close to the sun. Hermes grinned. “I like vengeful Sephy,” he said. “She’s scary.”
