Naomi POV

Cyran took a deep breath. “If I sacrifice myself for real this time, I can break the bond and weaken Hades.”

“That suggestion could curdle milk still in the cow,” Naomi snapped. 

How could he mention such a thing? How could he even think like this? There had to be another way to achieve their goal.

“Naomi–”

She got up,  grabbed her empty dessert plate, and flung it across the room. Cyran flicked one of his crystal rods and the plate ...