Red Rover
“We’re not exactly brunch buddies. I’ve only seen her a handful of times. But I’ve heard plenty. Tisiphone is the fury in charge of punishing murderers—homicide, fratricide, parricide, you name it. She’s got a hellfire whip and a temper to match. Not much in the way of combat skills beyond that, but she can fly and has claws sharper than daggers. And she works as a divine punisher for Hades, too.”
“So we get inside her whip’s range and take her out,” Ma says, cool as ever.
“What do we do?” Meredith asks, looking at Dad.
“Hermes, can you help us directly?” Dad asks.
Hermes shakes his head, regret flickering across his face. “Can’t. Swore on the River Styx when I was created. Gods aren’t allow
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