Goddess of Spring (Goddess Summoning #2)(16)

"What! But how wil I - " Lina gasped.

"It would be an insult," Demeter interrupted her. "The dead deserve more respect than to believe that they cannot be afforded the touch of a true Goddess."

"But I'm not a true Goddess!"

"You are!" Demeter's intense gaze captured Lina. "I have granted you my daughter's powers. Believe you are a Goddess and behave accordingly. And remember, in your world Persephone abides by the same rule. No one wil know she is not truly Carolina Francesca Santoro. Now you must give me your word that you wil not betray your true identity."

"I promise I'l keep who I am a secret," she agreed after only a brief hesitation. What choice did she have?

Demeter inclined her head in regal acknowledgement of Lina's oath before she continued her trek, leaving behind the grassy meadow and entering a wooded area.

Lina barely had time to wonder what it was she had somehow gotten herself into as she hurried after the Goddess's departing form.

They were making their way through a grove of thick trees. The breeze was light and stil touched with summer's warmth, but it caused dried leaves to rain from the sturdy branches that formed a canopy of fal colors over their heads.

"It's not spring here," Lina said suddenly.

Demeter glanced over her shoulder at the woman who wore her daughter's body.

"No, as I already explained, time runs differently here, Carolina. Spring has departed from this world, and the resting seasons of fal and winter are upon us, which is why my daughter could visit your world where the growth of spring has just begun."

Lina pressed her lips together. well , didn't that just figure. It was appropriate that it was spring in the Oklahoma she'd just left, especial y since Persephone had just arrived. It reminded her of an old myth___

And Lina turned to stone.

Eirene stumbled and almost bumped into her from behind.

"You must hurry," the old woman said in irritation. "We have no time to - " She was silenced by the expression on Lina's face. Sensing trouble, Demeter had already turned when Lina's next words sliced through the air between them.

"The Rape of Persephone." Lina crossed her arms, hugging herself defensively. "I remember the myth now. Hades, the King of Hel , abducts the maiden goddess, Persephone. He rapes her and tricks her into staying down there with him by getting her to eat six pieces of fruit." She searched her memory and came up with the name. "Six pieces of pomegranate. That's why for six months there's fal and winter -  because her mother, that would be you, Demeter, went into such mourning at the loss of her daughter that she refused to let anything bloom until she returned." Lina gulped for air, fighting down her fear. She wasn't an innocent young virgin. She was a mature, middle-aged woman, and she would not be led docilely into a trap. 'You're setting me up. You want me to take your daughter's place so that it's not actual y Persephone who is raped." Lina could hear Eirene's shocked gasp at Lina's words, and before she could say more, Demeter covered the space that separated them so quickly that Lina's vision blurred. The Goddess took Lina firmly by the shoulders and met her gaze unblinkingly. "You must not believe this lie, Lina," Demeter said.

"I've read the story; it's how it goes."

"Not here, Lina, not in this world." Demeter could feel the girl's body trembling under her hands. She focused the power of her wil on Lina's eyes. She had to make this mortal daughter believe she was tel ing her truth. "I would not al ow such a thing to happen. Not to my own daughter, and not to you."

"But I remember it. That's what happens," she insisted stubbornly.

"The stories you know of this realm are only the shadows of truth. Think of them as tales too long repeated by too many gossips. Truth has been twisted and changed and used to explain away mysteries. Think logical y, daughter of mortals. Do you honestly believe that I would al ow anyone to steal my daughter from me?"

Lina met Demeter's eyes. The Goddess fil ed her vision. Her power was a tangible thing. Suddenly Lina was reminded of her mother, and her grandmother. She recognized in Demeter the protective, earnest tone of another mother who would do anything to ensure that her daughter wasn't harmed. And Demeter had the strength of an immortal to support her maternal instincts.

"When you put it like that it doesn't seem very logical that a goddess would al ow her only daughter to be abused." Lina said slowly. "But then again, I'm not real y your daughter." A genuine smile softened the Goddess's expression so that Lina saw clearly the love Demeter had for Persephone. "You stand in my daughter's stead. You speak through her lips; you are housed in her form. I would not al ow harm to come to you, child."

"And the King of Hel doesn't want to rape me - or Persephone?"

"No, Lina. Hades is a reclusive, somber God. He does not cavort with nymphs; he has no mate, nor has he shown amorous interest in any goddess in" - Demeter scoffed, her handsome face twisted in disdain - "longer than I can remember. His dour existence is consumed with the workings of the Underworld. He cares nothing for love or life. And always remember that you are under my protection. Al of the gods and goddesses know it. No one, mortal or immortal, would dare abuse my daughter."

Demeter's words felt logical. The Goddess who stood before her exuded power and authority. It didn't seem likely that she would al ow her beloved daughter to be harmed. Lina looked deeply into Demeter's clear, guileless eyes and realized with a start that she trusted the Goddess.