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CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE
A SNAKE GODDESS

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MY SCREAM ECHOED in the bathroom.

It gave me some hope that the others would hear me soon and come over to my aid but I wasn't exactly happy about crying for help. It showed me how much weaker I was than the others and basically everyone in this new world I was thrown into a few weeks ago. But with no weapon and a goddess shoving herself through the mirror in front of me, there wasn't much I could do except scream.

And well, run.

I had a slight fear that her hand would reach for me as I would have to be quite close to the sink to get to the door but I also knew that I needed to get out of there soon. So with a sharp inhale and my hands closed tightly into fists by my sides, I ran to the door.

Thankful that I hadn't locked the door before (we had agreed it would be better this way in case of an emergency and now I understood why), I slammed straight into Cosmo's chest. I felt his larger hands grasp my hips and throw me backwards to Tempest like I was some sort of a rag doll. While I didn't appreciate that move, I was thankful to be as far away as possible from the monster going through the mirror.

I felt Tempest shove my gun into my hand and I met her fiery gaze as she drew her own weapon; a beautiful long, straight blade, sharp-edged on both sides with a big handle on its one end that was decorated with a big blue stone just above where her hand is supposed to go - or at least that's how she had described it to me.

I barely had time to think about my own gun when Cosmo flew out of the bathroom, slamming on the wall behind us with a grunt. The dagger he was holding in his hand fell but I didn't worry much about him losing it, I knew they were charmed to always return to him. Plus, he had so many of them on him that I'm sure he wouldn't miss it.

"What in the..." Tempest barely had time to finish her sentence when a hand reached out, grabbed her by her blond hair and pulled her back towards the bathroom.

I gasped, raising the gun and trying to aim, "Let her go!"

She clicked her tongue, her red eyes assessing me as she threw Tempest's sword away from us and tightened her grip on the struggling blonde. "Everyone in the underworld was talking about how you were bold enough to fight Wrath and then insult my King but all I see is an afraid little girl who was lied to that she save the world. And instead, all she's doing is angering the Underworld Gods even more and giving more cause to our actions,"

I tried not to show how much her words upset me. On the one hand, I wanted to keep the facade that I was strong and had done all she had said because of it but on the other, I knew that that was all it was.

A facade.

I wasn't properly trained, my pride got the better of me most of the time and I talked back just because I didn't want others to put me down. I had survived so many years putting others in their place for underestimating me and this would be no exception.

Sure, maybe she was right. Maybe I wasn't the strongest or the smartest person for this quest but I was chosen to be in it, I was chosen to lead and I was chosen to defeat Hades.

And I absolutely loved it when I proved others wrong.

Maybe that was why I had raised my gun even higher and aimed for her head or maybe it was the fact that the dread that clenched into my soul the moment she had Tempest - and the fear I had for her life - was guiding me into saving her. Either way, this bitch wasn't going to get with whatever she was here to do.