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"Half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. Real gods require blood."
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Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
It wasn't working.
It wasn't working.
"No! No!" Anastasia cried, working to try and get the poison out of Em's body. It was burnt to a crisp from acid, blood being to change into poison. She was trying—She can get it out. She will fix this and it will all be okay!
The memories flew through her mind. Em's pain of when she was six years old and had to leave her father to live with her brother. The fear as she ran away, too scared to hurt her nieces and nephews. The joy of when she met Luke. How it felt to fall in love with him. The love she held as she mentored other demigods. The love Em had for her. And the fear mixed with peace as Em died in front of her.
"Save her!" Luke shouted, running over drenched in water, sweat, blood. He dropped beside Em, grasping her hand and pushing Anastasia out of Em's mind, allowing her to build her walls once again.
"Em. Em, it's me," Luke's voice softened. He pushed some of Em's bloody hair out of her face. Em's eyes danced open, vision blurred with blood as she looked at Luke. "Hi, princess."
