“How?” she asked.

“Press the stone over his bow and arrow brand mark.”

Acheron waited until the moment right before Ias died. He handed the medallion to Liora.

She screamed as soon as it touched her hand, then dropped it to the floor.

“It’s on fire!” she shrieked.

Ias gasped as he struggled to live.

“Pick it up,” Acheron ordered Liora.

She blew cool air across her palm as she shook her head no.

“What is wrong with you, woman?” Acheron asked. “He’s going to die if you don’t save him. Pick up his soul.”

“No.”

“No? How can you not? I heard you praying for him to return to you. You said you would give anything for your beloved to return.”

She dropped her hand and eyed him coldly. “Ias is not my beloved. Lycantes is. It was he whom I prayed for and he is dead now. I was told the ghost of Ias murdered him because he killed Ias in battle so that the two of us could be together to raise our children.”

Acheron was dumbstruck by her words.

He looked at Ias and saw the pain in his eyes before they turned blank and Ias died.

His heart hammering, Acheron picked up the medallion and tried to release the soul himself.

It didn’t work.

Furious, he froze Liora into place before he killed her for her actions.

“Artemis!” he shouted at the ceiling.

The goddess flashed into the hut.

“Save him.”

“I can’t change the rules, Acheron. I told you the conditions and you agreed to them.”

He motioned to the woman who was now a human statue. “Why didn’t you tell me she didn’t love him?”

“I had no way of knowing that anymore than you did.” Her eyes turned dull. “Even gods can make mistakes.”

“Then why didn’t you at least tell me the medallion would burn her?”