“If we’re wrong about your immortality and somehow they take you,” she whispered, “wait for me at the dark river. I’ll bring you home.” “Hades himself would turn me back at the gates knowing you’re coming,” Castor told her, “and that I’d fight like hell to meet you halfway.” Lore relished the feel of his hand in hers for just a moment more before letting it go. Both she and Castor would need their sword hands free.
