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Women, and then he must defeat himself to enter the arena. Only by acknowledging one before the other will he join his Priestess. After he joins her, it is her choice and not his whether she returns.’
” Aphrodite looked up. “Anyone have a clue what that might mean?” She waved the paper around, and Damien took it, already rereading as Jack peeked over his shoulder.
    “What price did Darkness exact for such knowledge?” Thanatos asked. Her face had gone absolutely white. “And how did she survive the payment of it without losing her mind or her soul?”
    “That’s what I wondered myself, especially after Stevie Rae told me how bad the white bull was. She said she didn’t think anything could defeat it except for the black bull, which was how she got away from it.”
    “She evoked the black bull, too?” Thanatos said. “That is almost unbelievable.”
    “Stevie Rae has some mad earth skillz,” Jack said.
    “Yeah, that’s how she said she got the good bull to Tulsa. She drew power from the earth to call it,” Aphrodite said.
    “And you trust this Stevie Rae vampyre?”
    Aphrodite hesitated. “Most of the time.”
    Stark expected at least one of the kids to jump in and correct Aphrodite, but they all stayed quiet until Damien said, “Why do you ask about trusting Stevie Rae?”
    “Because of the few things I know about the ancient beliefs of Light and Darkness symbolized in the bulls, one is that they always exact a price for their favors. Always. Answering Stevie Rae’s question was a favor from Darkness.”
    “But she called up the good bull and it kicked the bad bull’s butt. That kept Stevie Rae from paying a price to him,” Jack said.
    “So she then owed payment to the black bull,” Thanatos said.
    Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed. “That’s what she was talking about when she said she wouldn’t ever evoke either of the bulls again because the price was too high.”
    “I think you should look to your friend and discover what payment she rendered the black bull,” Thanatos said.
    “And why she wouldn’t tell me about it,” Aphrodite added.
    Thanatos’s eyes looked old and sad as she said, “Just remember, there are consequences for everything, whether good or bad.”
    “Can we stop looking
back
at what has happened with Stevie Rae?” Stark said. “I need to move forward. To Skye and a bridge of blood. So let’s get going.”
    “Whoa, big boy,” Aphrodite told him. “Settle for a second. You can’t just show up on the Isle of Women and bumble around looking for a bloody bridge. Sgiach’s protective spell will kick your butt—as in kill you dead.”
    “I don’t think Stark’s supposed to be looking for something literal,” said Damien, studying Aphrodite’s note again. “It says to look
to your blood
to discover the bridge, not look
for
a blood bridge.”
    “Ugh, metaphor. Just one more reason I seriously hate poetry,” Aphrodite said.
    “I’m good at metaphors,” Jack said. “Let me see.” Damien handed him the paper. Jack chewed his lip while he read the line again. “Hmm, if you were Imprinted with someone, I’d say it meant that we should talk to whoever that is, and maybe they’d know something.”
    “I’m not Imprinted with anyone,” Stark said, starting to pace again.
    “So that might mean that we need to look at who you are—that there’s something about you that’s a key to getting onto Sgiach’s island,” Damien said.
    “I don’t know anything! That’s the problem!”
    “Okay—okay, how about we look at the notes we made about Sgiach to see if there’s something there that rings a bell with you,” Jack said, making consolatory motions at Stark.
    “Yeah, chill out,” Shaunee said.
    “Take a seat and have a sandwich.” Erin gestured to the end of their bench with the sandwich she’d begun munching on.
    “Eat,” Thanatos said, taking a sandwich and sitting beside Jack. “Focus on life.”
    Stark suppressed a frustrated growl, grabbed a sandwich, and sat.
    “Oh, pull out that chart we made,” Jack said, peeking over Damien’s shoulder as he flipped through the notes he’d made. “Some of this stuff gets confusing, and visual aids always help.”
    “Good idea—here it is.” Damien ripped out a piece of paper from the yellow legal pad he’d almost filled with notes. At the top of it he’d drawn a big, open umbrella. On one side of the umbrella he’d written LIGHT and on the opposite side, DARKNESS.
    “The umbrella of