Hyperventilating, I scrambled through the pages. Smiling faces of dead girls leered back at me. They all looked different though, and one of them had had black hair and pale skin, just like the picture of Persephone.

“Where…”

Loki’s hands came down on mine, stopping me in my tracks. I gasped, staring at his long, vice-like fingers. They were gentle as he held my hands still, warm envelopes that heavily blanketed my panic.

“She’s not in there,” he said, ...