Page 339 of The Spider Queen
Welcome to my realm, Stella of Purgatory.His voice was inside my head.
I blinked.Poseidon?
His smile widened and he somehow managed a bow—as much as one could bow while floating underwater.
Was that your sea monster that pulled me under?I couldn’t stop the snideness of my tone.
The Greek god seemed to have a sense of humor and let out a chuckle. A stream of air bubbles blew from his mouth.
I couldn’t very well pull you under myself.
Why not?
Do you really want to waste precious time asking about the way of the Gods, or do you wish to know why I wanted to speak to you?
I waved my hand in the universal sign to continue.
Your humans are not welcome on the island. They will not step foot on shore. They will drop anchor and you will take a boat to land. You will walk through the mists and you will find what you are looking for in the meadow.
I swallowed in fear at his pronouncement.
This journey is yours alone, Stella.
He paused.
I waited patiently as I processed what he said.
Are you going to say anything?he asked.
If this Greek God thing doesn’t work out for you, you can definitely score a job writing messages for fortune cookies.
Poseidon blinked and then he smiled.He said you were funny.
Ice ran in my veins. Lucifer had already spoken with Poseidon. What kind of relationship did they share? Were they allies? Was I walking into a trap?
Have you seen him recently?
He cocked his head to the side.Do you actually care? Or are you worried he’s going to magically swoop in and stop you?
I wasn’t sure of the answer, and the last thing I was going to do was figure it out in the depths of the ocean. Poseidon was not my confidant. I hadn’t spenta lotof time around immortals and deities, but I knew one thing: they were self-serving. No good would come of me telling Poseidon anything personal.
I think I want to get back to my quest.
He bowed again.Stella, it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope our paths cross again soon.
Before I could reply, I felt a pair of arms reach out and grasp me, hauling me to the surface.
Chapter 30
I collapsed onto the deck and brushed the hair from my face. Aloysius was next to me, breathing hard, his clothes stuck to his skin.
Meghan draped a heavy cloak around my shoulders, and Dorian did the same for his king.
“Is there something you want to tell us?” Aloysius asked, absently taking a steaming mug from Dorian.
“Uh, not really…” I sent Meghan a grateful smile as I accepted a mug from her hands and took a small sip. Broth. “The ghosts?”
She nodded and then shrugged.
