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yours alone.”
“No,” Mirissa said. “I’m not strong enough to defeat a
goddess. I couldn’t even beat Daedric by myself, and he’s just a demi-god.” All
this time she’d thought she already fulfilled her destiny back on Ortega.
Stopping Daedric from taking control of the oil supply had, at the time, felt
like saving the world. But this … this was more than she could comprehend. She
reached out to grab Greco’s hand for reassurance, yet she found nothing but
air. What the—?
“I’ve sent Greco and your mother back to your dimension,
Mirissa. There are some things we must speak about alone.” Artemis’s tone spoke
volumes.
“I take it this isn’t going to be good news, then.” Mirissa
had mistakenly thought things couldn’t get any worse.
“I’m afraid not. Eris must be defeated, but to do so will
require everything you have. Everything.”
“Please, Artemis. Say
what you mean.” Mirissa was in no mood to decipher cryptic messages.
“There is no guarantee you will be able to close the box.
The key is meant to channel all of your power, your essence, through it. When
Daedric opened the box early, he took away precious time from you. Your powers
aren’t fully developed yet. If you are strong enough, the box will close but, even
if you are successful, you will not survive.”
Silence filled the air, feeling like an anvil on Mirissa’s
chest. “So, I die whether I succeed or fail? What’s the point, then?”
“The point, my dear, is that if you fail, everyone else dies
with you.”
The reality of her situation, although spelled out pretty
clearly by Artemis, felt foreign to her. In the movies, the heroine would
dramatically drop to her knees, wailing at the injustice of it all. For
Mirissa, though, a strange calm enveloped her. Denial is a beautiful thing.
Mirissa stared off into space, digesting all she’d just
learned. “My parents are gonna freak.”
Chapter 11
When Mirissa opened her eyes, she saw more than just the
stained ceiling of their hotel room. Every member of her team hovered over her,
staring as though she were the main attraction at a carnival.
“Run along, folks. Nothing to see here.” Mirissa pushed
herself off the bed and away from the unwanted scrutiny.
“What happened back there?” Greco asked. “Why did we get
sent back without you?”
Mirissa took a deep breath, placing a neutral expression on
her face before answering him. “It was nothing. Artemis just wanted to wish me
luck.” Before anyone else decided to interrogate her, Mirissa changed the
subject. “Have we gotten anything from the tracking device Greco planted on
Daedric?”
“Kind of,” Beck answered. She grabbed the laptop and set it
on the small table. “Julian beefed up the technology with some preternatural
help so we can follow Daedric even when he teleports. The problem is that we
can only track him while he’s in this dimension.”
Mirissa bent down to look at the satellite image on the
small computer screen. “Is that him?” A faint red line crossed the map from the
ancient marketplace they’d just left to a spot that looked uninhabited about
fifty miles southwest.
“Yep, but we no longer have a signal. As far as I can tell,
Daedric left this dimension where that red line stops. Funnily enough, it—”
Myrine’s ringing phone halted the conversation. When she
answered it, a look of frustration spread across her face at whatever the
caller had said. “How exactly are we supposed to operate under those
conditions, sir?” she said. There was a short pause before she continued.
“Understood. I’ll keep you posted.”
When Myrine disconnected the call, she looked to the team. “That
was Finley.” The director of the CIA rarely called operatives during a mission.
When he started the Omega Group over a decade ago, he put Myrine in charge and
let her run the secret agency however she saw fit. “We’re about to have
company. The White House has been breathing down his
“No,” Mirissa said. “I’m not strong enough to defeat a
goddess. I couldn’t even beat Daedric by myself, and he’s just a demi-god.” All
this time she’d thought she already fulfilled her destiny back on Ortega.
Stopping Daedric from taking control of the oil supply had, at the time, felt
like saving the world. But this … this was more than she could comprehend. She
reached out to grab Greco’s hand for reassurance, yet she found nothing but
air. What the—?
“I’ve sent Greco and your mother back to your dimension,
Mirissa. There are some things we must speak about alone.” Artemis’s tone spoke
volumes.
“I take it this isn’t going to be good news, then.” Mirissa
had mistakenly thought things couldn’t get any worse.
“I’m afraid not. Eris must be defeated, but to do so will
require everything you have. Everything.”
“Please, Artemis. Say
what you mean.” Mirissa was in no mood to decipher cryptic messages.
“There is no guarantee you will be able to close the box.
The key is meant to channel all of your power, your essence, through it. When
Daedric opened the box early, he took away precious time from you. Your powers
aren’t fully developed yet. If you are strong enough, the box will close but, even
if you are successful, you will not survive.”
Silence filled the air, feeling like an anvil on Mirissa’s
chest. “So, I die whether I succeed or fail? What’s the point, then?”
“The point, my dear, is that if you fail, everyone else dies
with you.”
The reality of her situation, although spelled out pretty
clearly by Artemis, felt foreign to her. In the movies, the heroine would
dramatically drop to her knees, wailing at the injustice of it all. For
Mirissa, though, a strange calm enveloped her. Denial is a beautiful thing.
Mirissa stared off into space, digesting all she’d just
learned. “My parents are gonna freak.”
Chapter 11
When Mirissa opened her eyes, she saw more than just the
stained ceiling of their hotel room. Every member of her team hovered over her,
staring as though she were the main attraction at a carnival.
“Run along, folks. Nothing to see here.” Mirissa pushed
herself off the bed and away from the unwanted scrutiny.
“What happened back there?” Greco asked. “Why did we get
sent back without you?”
Mirissa took a deep breath, placing a neutral expression on
her face before answering him. “It was nothing. Artemis just wanted to wish me
luck.” Before anyone else decided to interrogate her, Mirissa changed the
subject. “Have we gotten anything from the tracking device Greco planted on
Daedric?”
“Kind of,” Beck answered. She grabbed the laptop and set it
on the small table. “Julian beefed up the technology with some preternatural
help so we can follow Daedric even when he teleports. The problem is that we
can only track him while he’s in this dimension.”
Mirissa bent down to look at the satellite image on the
small computer screen. “Is that him?” A faint red line crossed the map from the
ancient marketplace they’d just left to a spot that looked uninhabited about
fifty miles southwest.
“Yep, but we no longer have a signal. As far as I can tell,
Daedric left this dimension where that red line stops. Funnily enough, it—”
Myrine’s ringing phone halted the conversation. When she
answered it, a look of frustration spread across her face at whatever the
caller had said. “How exactly are we supposed to operate under those
conditions, sir?” she said. There was a short pause before she continued.
“Understood. I’ll keep you posted.”
When Myrine disconnected the call, she looked to the team. “That
was Finley.” The director of the CIA rarely called operatives during a mission.
When he started the Omega Group over a decade ago, he put Myrine in charge and
let her run the secret agency however she saw fit. “We’re about to have
company. The White House has been breathing down his
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