“I could say the same thing about you, Artemis,” Clara said before chuckling. “Why aren’t you up there servicing your one true God?”
“How dare you—” Artemis hissed.
“How dare I what?” Clara asked. “Travel through the woods?”
Clara loved to rile up her opponents. Sure, the goddess held the proverbial high ground, but why let the goddess revel in it?
“How dare you flaunt that name!” Artemis yelled.
“The god who figured out how to draw their power from immortal souls?” Clara guessed.
“How did you—” Artemis said.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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