Descent
Artemis groaned, sounding and looking more like a teenager she currently appeared to be rather than a goddess centuries older than Proserpina, “You don't understand! You can't kill him, okay?”
“And why not?”
“I swore not to tell you–”
Proserpina gave Artemis a flat glare.
The moon goddess slouched in defeat, “…fine, but you didn’t hear from me that she'll have Eros sending stupid boys after me and my hunters again!”
Proserpina released a breath.
...Aphrodite.
‘I knew it!’
For a moment, the only noise was William’s banging fists on the door. Again, Proserpina was personally tempted to go up to Olympus and have a word with that meddlesome– “Why” she gritted out, “…is she after me again?”