I killed my husband.
It was the third time.
I dumped his body in pieces deep in the woods and returned to the mansion, filthy with blood, sweat, and dirt…
“Eve, you’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?”
A familiar voice rang in her ears, and a snakelike arm wrapped around her slender waist.
A strong arm, a red line of flesh below the elbow…
The child of Zeus and Demeter, a golden-haired beauty who lived in a world untouched by fear or loneliness, stared mesmerized at the twisted, opening red and black earth beneath.
If that child had seen the entrance to the underworld and fled in fear, would anything have changed?
Would I have hesitated to stretch out my arms and pull that child into my chariot…