knew great things would come of your union,” Sybil said. “Our…union?” Persephone echoed slowly. “You and Hades.” “Oh, we’re not together—” “Perhaps not yet. But your colors, they’re all tangled up. They have been since the night I met you.” “Colors?” “Your paths,” Sybil said. “You and Hades—it was destiny, woven by the Fates.”
