“You are kidding me, right?” Dremon’s angry voice drew Arora’s attention to the fact that she was no longer in the library.
“Thank the goddess!” He rushed over to Arora and checked her body for what she suspected were injuries.
“I’m okay, Dremon. I’m okay.”
“What happened?” He looked from her to Persephone and back. Images of Death flowed into Arora’s mind. The woman had the most beautiful face she’d ever seen with her white porcelain skin, her striking blue eyes, which contrasted against her black cloak.
“Uhm, I spoke to Death.”
“CRAP!” Persephone started chewing on her thumbnail.
“It’s okay, she won’t say anything. I think she was actually expecting me.” Arora tries to remember the conversation, but it is starting to fade, almost as if it’s a dream or didn’t really happen.
“Can we
