The throne room of the Pantheon was full.
Harlow had never seen so many gods in one place. They filled every bench and every balcony, whispering and staring at her as she walked down the long marble aisle beside Raphael. Some of their faces were familiar from Rowena's memories. The God of Archery. The God of Knowledge, who once won a bet that turned Raphael into a bird. The flamboyant God of Aviary, who waved at her cheerfully from the second row.
Harlow waved back.
At the end of the aisle, King Areal and Queen Lilith sat on their thrones. And in front of them, kneeling on the cold floor with her hands bound by golden chains, was Nymia.
The ice had melted. But the goddess was still shaking.
Raphael squeezed Harlow's hand. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Harlow said. She was surprised that it was true.
