Sixty-four:
Oberon
I had killed the God Mother. Now, I was in Hecate’s room trying to find something that would help me stay awake. “What are you doing?” it was a girl’s voice. I glanced over, and I saw Gretel standing there. “Thinking of betraying me already? We had a bargain.”
I laughed bitterly. “We do have a bargain. However, your mother wants to kill me.”
“What does that have to do with anything?” Gretel said.
“We underestimated her.”
“What do you mean?” Gretel asked.
“She’s not a Fairy. She’s a demi-goddess. We locked her in the dungeon, which is made of iron. Iron doesn’t hold goddesses. It’s made for holding fairies.”
Gretel laughed. “Do you honestly think I would let her escape?”
