'I know him,' I said quietly, looking down at my glass. 'Yes,' said Hecate, and crouched in front of me, her blue eyes full of compassion. 'But... My life. My life in New York...' My real life felt distant in my spinning head, like it had just been a game, or a dream. I could feel it slipping away. Was that because I was dying somewhere in New York? Would this all end soon too? Or was this the reality? Hades' eyes... I knew, more surely than I'd ever known anything in my life, that this was not the first time I'd seen those eyes. They meant something to me, down to my very core.
