“Ravena said I wrote The Book of Dis to destroy you,” I said. The words were like blades scraping my throat, and yet Adrian did not seem at all surprised. I felt his fingers against my jaw, forcing my gaze to his. “I have no doubt that you did,” he said. “Adrian—” I did not know what to say. “If you do destroy me, it will be because of Dis,” he said. “You’ll remember that, won’t you?” “What are you saying?” “I am saying I am no longer the favorite of the goddess’s creations.”
