“The god who figured out how to draw their power from immortal souls?” Clara guessed.
“How did you—” Artemis said.
That smirk on Clara’s face gave away that this was a shot in the dark. Unlike the goddess, Clara landed a blow on her first try.
“Well, these won’t work,” Clara said and holstered the pistols.
She winced as the wing tore further and worsened the bleeding. Clara was pretty sure there was no way she was getting out of this situation unscathed.
“Insolent whore, you killed my sister!” Artemis yelled.
“Sisters more like,” Clara quipped. “They got what they deserved. Besides, Blue Eyes always thought you were a pretentious twat.”
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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