Winona’s heart pounded as she held Jackson’s arm tightly. Hera was here. She had finally shown herself. And Winona knew it wasn’t going to stop there. Hera was going to do something, something bad, and she wouldn’t rest until she got what she wanted.

Winona’s stomach twisted at the thought. It meant one thing: she and her son were no longer safe.

Just then, one of the guards appeared from the side of the gate, wiping his hands with a towel. He froze when he saw her standing there, ...