“What did you do?!”
My head snapped up in disbelief, and for a moment, I could have sworn that I was seeing a ghost, or that I was hallucinating, because coming through one of the side hallways, was no one other than Hera. The very same Hera who had still been frozen beneath the ice when I had gone to check up on her a few minutes ago.
I couldn’t help but admit that she looked like she had seen better days, better weeks, better months. I almost found it painful to look at her, knowing that—as she had so plainly said—I had done this to her. I was the one who was to blame for her appearance, for the dark bags that were under her eyes, for the way that her clothing seemed to fall off of her body.
But that wasn’t even the worst of it.
No. It definitely wasn’t the worst part.
The wors
