Seventy-one:
Crimson Ashland
There’s someone singing. I’m in a field, in the middle of nowhere, but I know that cannot be right. The last place that I was, that I remembered, was the catacombs beneath The Temple of Artemis. Catesby had been there. He had been foolish enough to follow me there because he hoped that he could convince Apollo to sacrifice him instead of me. Apollo had talked about some kind of ritual. Was this it? Was I finally going to be sacrificed? Where was Catesby? And why wasn’t I tied up to anything like I had been?
“Catesby?” I called. “Catesby, where are you?”
A figure approached in the darkness, wearing a green cloak. They had silver eyes that glowed. They were singing under their breath, a song that I didn’t recognize. “There’s no use calli
