Persephone met her gaze and the nymph explained.
“I woke up a few days ago and everything I knew had changed. Most of my friends are dead,” the nymph paused. “I was angry at first. I think I still am.”
Persephone wasn’t sure what to say, but she was sincere. Now that she had distance from the situation, now that her anger toward Hades’ had lessened, she could think from Leuce’s point of view.
“I’m sorry, Leuce.”
She shrugged. “At least I am free.”
It was strange to sit across from this woman and realize how similar they really were.
“Were you...conscious while you were imprisoned?”
“No,” she said. “I think that might have been worse. Perhaps it was a mercy.”
Persephone bit her lip. They were talking about Hades, but indirectly.
“I don’t...blame him for his anger,” she said. “I antagonized him. It was not a good relationship. It wasn’t what you have.”
“How do you know what I have?” Persephone asked.
“You have love,” she answered. “He loves you.”
Persephone looked away. She didn’t really want to talk about Hades with his ex-lover. Leuce seemed to sense this and change the subject.
“Your friend, is she recovering well?”
Persephone wasn’t sure how to answer that—she was really just staying the same. She shook her head. “I just wish I could heal her.”
Leuce was quiet for a moment, and then she answered, “I think I can help.”
Persephone met the nymph’s gaze and she leaned forward to whisper. “Have you heard of the Magi?”
She had. They were mortal practitioners of dark magic. She didn’t know much about them, aside from the fact that Hecate often had to clean up after their spells.
Leuce offered a small smile. “I can tell you have. What have you heard?”
“Nothing good,” she answered.
“They aren’t,” Leuce said. “That is something that hasn’t changed since ancient times, but some—the ones that are good at their job—can craft some powerful spells.”
“What kind?”
“Any kind—love spells, death spells, healing spells.”
“That is illegal magic.”
It was illegal because it went against the gods. Love spells were Aphrodite’s territory, death, Hades, and healing, Apollo’s.
“Illegal yes, but many would prefer owing a mortal than a god. I’m not saying you have to accept a contract with a Magi, but...I can get you into the same club as them. If you draw their attention, you get an audience with them.”
“And how do they know I want an audience?”
“Because no one goes there unless they want something. Here,” Leuce said, pulling a card from her pocket and handing it to her. It was black. A name was embossed on the surface.
She read it aloud.
“Iniquity?”