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wouldn’t be involved. But I was back now, and everything would be okay.

      James craned his neck to look at the brightly colored trees that lined the road. “All right?” he said to me.

      “I should be asking you that,” I said, eyeing the way he drummed his fingers on the armrest nervously. He stilled, and after a moment I added before I could stop myself, “He’ll be happy to see me, right?”

      James blinked and said coolly, “Who? Henry? Couldn’t say. I’m not him.”

      That was the last answer I’d expected, but of course he wasn’t going to be cheerful about it. James would have been the one to replace Henry as the ruler of the Underworld if I’d failed, and even though it hadn’t come up on our trip, James was undoubtedly sore about it.

      “Could you at least try to pretend to be happy for me?” I said. “You can’t spend your entire existence mad about that.”

      “I’m not mad. I’m worried,” he said. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know. No one would blame you.”

      “Do what? Not go back to Eden?” I’d already passed the tests. I’d told Henry I’d be back. We were married, for crying out loud.

      “Everyone’s acting like you’re the be-all and end-all for Henry,” said James. “It isn’t fair to put you under that kind of pressure.”

      Good lord, he really was talking about not going back. “Listen, James, I know you liked Greece—so did I—but if you think you can talk me into not going back—”

      “I’m not trying to talk you into anything,” said James with surprising firmness. “I’m trying to make sure no one else does. This is your life. No one’s going to take your mother away from you now if you decide you don’t want to do this after all.”

      “That’s not—that’s not why I’m going back at all,” I sputtered.

      “Then why are you, Kate? Give me one good reason, and I’ll drop it.”

      “I can give you a dozen.”

      “I only want one.”

      I sniffed. It wasn’t any of his business. I’d nearly died in my attempts to save Henry from fading; I wasn’t going to walk away from him because of the possibility that I might not like the Underworld. “I don’t know how you do things, but I love Henry, and I’m not going to leave him just because you don’t think he’s good for me.”

      “Fair enough,” said James. “But what are you going to do if Henry doesn’t love you?”

      I slammed on the brakes and forced the car into Park so violently that the head of the stick shift snapped off. The car was a piece of shit anyway. “That’s impossible. He said he loves me, and I trust him not to lie to me. Unlike someone else I know.”

      I glared at him, but his expression didn’t change. With a huff, I climbed out of the car, cursing as the seat belt caught on my jeans. After my few failed attempts to untangle myself, James reached over and gently undid it for me.

      “Don’t be mad,” he said. “Please. After what happened to Persephone—I want to make sure you don’t have to go through the same thing, all right? That’s all.”

      I wasn’t an idiot. I knew part of Henry would always be in love with Persephone. After all, he’d lost the will to continue after she’d given up her immortality to die and spend eternity with a mortal, and he wouldn’t have felt that way if his entire existence hadn’t revolved around her. But I could give him the one thing she never had—requited love.

      “If you really are happy and you two love each other equally, then great,” said James. “Good luck to you both. But if you don’t—if you wake up one day and realize you’re forcing yourself to love him because you think it’s the right thing to do, not because he makes you happier than you’ve ever been—then I want to make sure you know you have a choice. And if you ever want to leave, all you have to do is say the word, and I’ll go with you.”

      I stormed toward the front doors of the manor, yanking hard. “Great, so if I ever decide that Henry’s life isn’t worth it, I’ll be sure to let you know. Help me with these, will you?”

      James didn’t say a word as he joined me and opened the heavy doors as if they were made of feathers. I slipped inside and forced a smile, expecting to see Henry waiting for me in the magnificent entrance hall made of mirrors and marble. But the foyer was empty.

      “Where is everyone?” I said, my smile fading.

      “Waiting for you, I suspect.” James stepped in after me, and the door slammed behind us, echoing through the hall. “You didn’t think we were going to stay here, did you?”

      “I didn’t know there was anywhere else to stay.”

      He draped his arm over my shoulders, but when I shrugged it off, he shoved his hands in his pockets instead. “Of course there’s someplace else. Follow me.”

      James led me to the center of the foyer, where a crystal circle shimmered with a rainbow of colors in the center of the white marble floor. When I tried to continue to the other side of the hall, he grabbed my hand and stopped me.

      “This is our stop,” he said, looking down.

      I stared at the crystal beneath my feet, and finally I saw it. A strange, shimmering aura seemed to emanate from where we stood, and I jumped out of the circle. “What is that?”

      “Henry didn’t tell you?” said James, and I shook my head. “It’s a portal between the surface and the Underworld. Totally safe, I promise. They’re like shortcuts so we don’t have to take the long way around.”

      “The long way around?”

      “If you know where to look, you can find an opening into the Underworld and travel through various caves and that kind of thing,” he said. “Dark, gloomy, time-consuming, and trouble if you’re skittish about having millions of pounds of rock pressing down on you.”

      “There’s nothing underneath the surface except lava and dirt,” I said, ignoring the thought of being buried alive. “Every eight-year-old knows that.”

      “We’re gods. We’re excellent at covering our tracks,” said James with a boyish grin, and this time, when he offered me his hand, I took it and stepped back into the circle.

      “What else are you good at?” I grumbled. “Turning water into wine?”

      “That’s Xander’s specialty,” he said. “I’m surprised he hasn’t turned the Dead Sea into one big keg party by now. Must be too salty for him. As for me, I can find anything or anyone or anyplace you want. Didn’t you notice we never got lost in Greece?”

      “Except that one time.”

      “We weren’t actually lost then, either,” he pointed out.

      “Still.” I gave him a look, and he turned pink. “I just thought you knew the area well.”

      “I did, thousands of years ago. They’ve made some modifications since then. Close your eyes.”

      A rush of electrifying power swirled around us, and a roar filled my ears. Without warning, the ground dropped from under us, and I shrieked.

      My heart leaped into my throat, and my eyes flew open as I tried to pull away from James, but his arm wrapped around me like steel. We were surrounded by rock—no, we were inside rock, and we went through it as if it weren’t any more substantial than air. James’s expression was as calm as ever, as if slicing through stone and earth and god only knew what else was perfectly normal.

      It seemed to last for ages, but only a few seconds later my feet landed on solid ground. James loosened his grip on my shoulders, but my legs trembled so badly that I clung to him even though all I wanted to do was thwack him upside the head.

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