The Underworld Trials of Luna
I turn my head to look over at the girls who stumble out of the water, leaning on other contestants’ shoulders, sobbing and crying, clutching their chests where their lungs again and again, by some miracle, fill with air.
“If a single one of them shows up dead, and you will follow,” I say, setting my shoulders back.
“You will have no more succor in my palace - ” Death snarls.
“Oh, shut up,” I sigh, waving a hand at him, wanting this done, sick of my own dramatics. “It will all be mine soon.”
“This is war.” The God of Death takes one final step towards me.
I turn my eyes back to him, narrowing them, peering at him through my dark lashes. “Good. I welcome it.”