I swallowed, remembering the dazed, panic-stricken girl who had scrambled down the banks to my cave. The bruises on her arms, her torn dress, the blankness in her eyes. “All who follow me must abide by one condition,” Artemis said. “I had no choice.” But we all knew there was nothing to be gained by pleading. Callisto knew it as well as any of us. Tears sprang up in her eyes, her arms wrapped around her swollen body as she sank to her knees, weeping bitterly.
