Persephone Alcmedi 00 - Wicked Circle

eyes yellowed, grew bigger and rounder. Her nose elongated like a beak.
    Putting every ounce of confidence I could muster into my tone, I said, “Okay, I’m intimidated already. Just tell me what you want me to do.”
    She tossed her head like she was flouncing her hair and sat up. Her face resumed a human form. Reaching back and under her hair, she produced a golden necklace with a small pouch on it. It didn’t seem like much, but then neither did the charm Beau had given me. In magic, the shiniest wasn’t always the most powerful.
    “Unmake this.”

CHAPTER FIFTY

    M ero awoke with an agonized groan. If he remained completely still, the pain would subside faster. However, a few feet away, Menessos screamed his way into life.
    Mero opened the door of his bed and climbed out. A servant had lit candles around the room, and, as promised, his clothing had been cleaned. He tugged the elastic band from his long hair, finger-combed his dark curls and regathered the ponytail.
    Menessos was still panting from the pain of transfer, so Mero tried to be quiet as he dressed. For all the torment I experience, torment he never warned me about, there is no comfort in knowing his is worse.
    When Menessos emerged from his bed, he was still panting. “Have they found Persephone?”
    “I don’t know,” Mero answered. “How are your legs?”
    Menessos ignored his question and pointed at the altar near the main door to his chambers. “The table. Is there a note upon it?”
    Mero stepped closer to inspect. “Four bottles, a few candles, no note.”
    “Damn it!”
    The mournfulness of his words struck Mero. “If she is the Lustrata, my friend, she will be fine.”
    “I have taken a risk, Mero. A terrible risk. But it had to be done.”
    “What did you do?”
    Menessos stared at the floor. “There was no other way.”
    “Menessos?”
    “I exposed her to . . . to someone far more dangerous than Liyliy.”
    “Who?”
    A cry resounded from the rearmost chamber. The sisters had awoken as well, and were quite unhappy about something.
    “I cannot say.” Menessos moved somewhat stiffly, but he managed to dress quickly. His legs were obviously well on their way to being healed. Bestowing two of the bottles on Mero, he carried the other two and walked to the wide door at the rear chamber. He spoke a chant to nullify his spell. Mero followed him inside; this room also had candles already lit. The sisters were seated on the bed.
    When they entered, Ailo stood and demanded, “What are these ugly things?” The mist that became clothing for them was a vapor lingering around her neck, trying to slither between the necklace and her skin, but power radiated like a breath from the links of the chain, and the mist could not waft close.
    Menessos offered Ailo one of the corked bottles. She snatched it away. There was no pride in Menessos’s voice as he said, “The power Meroveus once held over you now belongs to me.”
    “Betrayer!” Talto cried, spitting at Mero as he tried to offer her one of the bottles.
    Menessos, whispering, made a fist and squeezed it so tight his hand shook with the effort.
    Talto collapsed in pain and curled like a fetus as she cried. Ailo thrust the bottle back into Menessos’s arms, forcing him to release his magic. She wrapped her arms around Talto. Though she glared at Menessos, she said nothing.
    “I would have you consider your words more carefully, Talto. Meroveus is our guest, and he bears your dinner.”
    Talto continued to cry, and Menessos set the bottles on the mantel and drew close to them. “You were both weak and tired after your long interrogation last night. I drank of you and let you drink of me . . . do you remember?”
    Ailo frowned as she thought back. “You mesmerized us! You made claim to us!”
    “I did.”
    Talto wailed. “We did not want this,” Ailo said.
    “You are mine now. I will protect and provide for you. Be obedient and you will find that I am a just master.”
    “Our sister will come for us!” Talto cried defiantly.
    Menessos sat on the edge of the bed. Mero was surprised by the calm reassurance of his manner. “Your sister stole Mero’s means of binding you three, and she has not returned, Talto. Because of her thievery, you were rebound to me. Liyliy is a thief who stole her freedom and yours, and fled. She has abandoned you. In her stead I have made the pledge to care for you. If you call anyone ‘betrayer,’ it must be Liyliy.”
    Talto’s sobs shook the