Curse of the Sphinx (28 page)

“WHEN WE GET
there, let me do the talking, okay?” Priska’s gaze darted to Hope and then back to the road. “You’re only going to get one shot at this here—”

“I know.” Hope blew out her breath, trying to expel some of the anxiety coursing through her. The plan had seemed like such a good idea last night. Now she wasn’t sure. No. She
was
sure. She was just scared. Did Priska really believe they could summon a god? Hope wanted to believe it. Because she didn’t know what else to do.

Apollo’s curse made it impossible to love anyone without putting them at risk,
and
her. She thought of her mom’s death and Paul’s fear. Hermes’s words to Athan, warning him. Didn’t that speak volumes? And on top of that, there was the whole morphing into a monster, and demigods and Skia hunting her. She was ready to do whatever it took to get rid of the curse. Ready to take whatever chances were necessary. She wanted her life back.

Hope had left Goldendale three weeks ago, after overhearing Athan and his father, Hermes, talking about capturing her to use against Apollo. Hermes had given his son an ultimatum, and Hope wasn’t going to stick around and see where Athan’s loyalties lay. It was a risk she couldn’t afford. Two days as a Sphinx had given her time to think, and when she’d morphed back into human, she drove into Seattle to stay with Priska. Hope wasn’t going to be a pawn for the gods. But she wasn’t above asking for a little help either.

“Do you have the puppy?”

Hope rolled her eyes. Where would it have gone?

They’d spent hours searching through breeders’ ads online until they found a purebred Labrador retriever at the right age. When Priska had said they needed an offering, Hope balked at the thought. The idea of sacrificing a puppy was abhorant, but Priska explained, with an exasperated shake of her head, that they weren’t going to kill it. The dog would be a token gift for the goddess, something that would show she’d done thoughtful preparation before seeking a petition. Yesterday, Priska flew to Colorado to pick up the eight-week-old pup.

“Angel’s right here.” Hope held up the sleeping fur ball. The puppy cracked open an eyelid and licked her hand.

“Don’t get attached. We’re giving it away in thirty minutes. Maybe sooner.”

They exited the freeway and followed the off-ramp back around. Five minutes later, they pulled up to a white stone temple. The grounds surrounding the structure were lush and green with statues of minor gods scattered throughout. The concrete bases of the statues were littered with tokens: food, coins, an envelope, a brush. A brush?

Hope stepped forward to get a better view of a plate at the base of a statue of a little boy holding a bow and arrow, and the puppy scampered on her heels. There was a plate with a cinnamon roll on it, the frosting dripping down its sides. It smelled good; the spicy sweetness perfumed the air and made her stomach growl. Eros better hurry up and get that, if he wanted it. And if he didn’t would it be offensive to take a nibble?

“Don’t get too close, or you might offend by not leaving a gift,” Priska pointed out.

Hope drew back from the marble statue of the god of love. Angel yipped, and Hope scooped up the floppy dog as it beelined for the food.

“Not for you.”

Priska disappeared between two of the columns of the large temple, and Hope rushed to catch up.

Hope had never been inside a temple before. She’d been sheltered from so much of the world while she and her mom hid. Seeking a divine audience went against everything she’d ever been taught.

She felt like a tourist as she absorbed the surroundings. Humans had left offerings in hopes that the gods would take notice of them. If only the gods had never taken notice of her or her family. Life would have been much simpler if Apollo had never butted in when he wasn’t wanted. Her great-grandmother had refused the god’s advances, and he’d killed her and cursed her offspring. The root of all her problems came back to Apollo’s curse.

She crossed the threshold and stopped. Twelve giant-sized marble statues, one of each of the major Olympians, lined the walls. Offerings littered the steps leading up to the daises of each god. These offerings were more than mere tokens. In front of Athena was a large planting container, and in it an eight-foot tree. Several cases of what she guessed was wine sat in front of the statue of Dionysus.

Circling through the open room were several men and women dressed in traditional chitons. The flowing robes were of different colors, and the priests and priestesses only talked with those who wore their same color.

Priska spoke to a young woman wearing midnight-blue trimmed in silver. Of course. Hope went and stood behind her aunt.

“. . . hasn’t responded to anyone this year.” The priestess appeared older close-up, maybe in her twenties. Her dark hair was pulled into a simple braid, and she wore no makeup.

“I understand. But it’s important for us to make our own plea, and it needs to be in private. Is there anyone in the inner sanctuary?” Priska stood with her shoulders back, chin held high, and gave the priestess a direct look.

The woman’s posture stiffened. “The inner sanctuary is sacred. I’m sorry. I’m happy to take your gift there, but you are far too old to be allowed to make an offering to the Virgin goddess.”

She was implying there was no way Priska was still a virgin and, therefore, unworthy to go into the inner sanctuary. Hope wondered if there were such rules for each of the gods, and were they all so hypocritical?

Priska raised her eyebrows. “What is your age limit here?”

“Sixteen. Unless you are an
Arktoi
.” She bowed her head. “If your companion would like to act as your surrogate . . . ?”

Hope suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. She was
seventeen
.

“That won’t be necessary. Is there a restroom nearby?”

The holy woman pointed to a doorway behind several hallowed icons.

“I’ll be right back.” Priska’s posture softened as she addressed Hope. “Stay here, please. And keep Angel on a short leash.”

Hope nodded at her aunt, then turned back to the woman in blue. The silence stretched into awkwardness.

“How long have you been here?” Hope asked, more for something to say than actual interest.

“Five years in May.” The priestess tilted her head to the side and examined Hope. “Are you thinking of becoming an
Arktoi
?”

Hope’s mouth dried up. “I . . . haven’t—”

“She wouldn’t be able to serve,” Priska said.

Both Hope and the priestess stared slack jawed. Priska no longer appeared to be in her thirties. Now, she seemed no more than sixteen. Her dark, straight hair now hung well below the shoulders, and her face was fuller. She still wore the fitted skirt and tailored jacket, or Hope might not have recognized her.

“Is this young enough? I can drop a few more years if I need to.” Priska sniffed.

The priestess’s jaw moved up and down, but no sound came out.

Hope had never seen her aunt shift either, but she knew it could happen. Demigods could recapture the ages they’d lived. Priska had allegedly allowed her body to age until she was quite elderly, but for as long as Hope had known her she’d always been in her early thirties. This Priska, teen Priska, had more softness in her appearance, but her personality was still sharp.

“The inner sanctuary, please.” Priska held out her hand and deposited several coins into the priestess’s.

The priestess closed her hand, but her eyes remained wide, and she swallowed several times.

“We really don’t have all day.”

As if someone had pinched her, the priestess jumped and led them between two pillars into a narrow hallway. She repeatedly glanced from Priska to Hope, and while her eyes were filled with questions, her lips pursed until the edges were blanched.

Hope felt the same way.

The hallway was lined with intricately carved doors, and they stopped in front of one with a forest scene. Deer lapped from a river that wound through a copse of evergreens. The length of the door was carved into a long bow on one side and several arrows on the other.

“Your worship will be uninterrupted here,” the
Arktoi
said. “Please be sure to close the door on your way out.” The woman pulled a key from her belt and unlocked the door. “May the Goddess grant your petition.” She bowed and left.

Priska eyed Hope. “Are you ready?”

With a deep breath, Hope opened the door.

The smell of fresh rain and dirt wafted out from the room.

Hope stepped through the door and held her hand up to feel along the wall for a light switch. Only there was no wall. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, and what she saw took her breath away.

A crescent moon hung in the night sky. Patches of gray still covered the stars, and the air was thick with moisture. The ground was spongy, and Hope knelt to run her hand over the mossy covering.

“This is impossible.” She glanced up at Priska. “How . . . ?”

“This sanctuary is dedicated.” Priska’s face radiated reverence and love. “If Artemis is willing to visit, it is always on her terms and in a setting to her liking.”

“Priska!” An exuberant young girl ran from between the trees and launched herself at Priska. “I’m glad you’re safe.”

The two young women embraced. “It has been far too long since you’ve visited.”

“I’ve been busy with my charge.” Priska rested her hand on Hope’s shoulder.

Hope gaped at the goddess of night. Artemis’s dark skin contrasted with her pale, almost silver hair. Her slight figure was clad in dark, fitted garments, and as she pulled the silver bow and quiver of arrows from off her back, her midnight eyes settled on Hope.

“You are very young.” She set her weapons on the spongy moss and stepped up to Hope. “Very young, but not too naïve, I think.” Her gaze held Hope captive for a moment, and then the goddess contemplated the puppy struggling in Hope’s arms. “Who is this?” Artemis giggled as Angel licked her face.

“She’s . . . she’s for you.” Hope held the pale Labrador out.

Artemis peered from Hope to Priska and back to Hope again.

“You are giving me an offering?” She raised her brows but did not take the dog.

Hope shifted her gaze to Priska for help. Hadn’t she said she would do the talking? Priska was studiously examining the night sky.

“No . . . I mean, yes. Yes.” Hope shook her head. “We got her for you.” She extended her arms again, the dog’s back paws dangling in the air.

“Hope wants to break the curse,” Priska said, taking the puppy from Hope. “The Lab was my idea. She comes from a long line of hunters. She will be loyal and easy to train.”

Artemis extended her hands. “Loyalty is difficult to come by. I will accept this with gratitude.” She took the puppy and set her on the ground. The pale fur glowed in the moonlight, and the puppy scampered about. “What do you need my help with, Hope? It was my brother that cursed you, not I.”

Hope shifted her weight. “Yes, but do you know anything that could help me? Has he said anything to you?”

Artemis drew in a slow breath and closed her eyes.

Hope again looked to Priska, but she’d chased after the puppy, leaving Hope alone with the goddess.

“She’s scared,” Artemis said, breaking the silence. “She feels responsible for what happened to your mother. And she feels bad about what could’ve happened to you.” She grabbed Hope’s chin and forced her head side to side. “You want to break the curse?”

Hope nodded.

“It won’t solve your problem,” the goddess warned, dropping her hand.

“It won’t solve
all
my problems.” Hope took a deep breath. “But it will give me freedom to love who I want, and no one will hunt me.”

“Perhaps.” Artemis grabbed an arrow and strung her bow. A faint
twang
, and the arrow lodged in a tree at least a hundred feet away. “Do you believe you are more deserving of this freedom than your mother or grandmother?” She released another arrow, which embedded in the trunk next to the first.

“No. No more deserving than they. But no one deserves to be cursed by a god.”