Ifthey dared say a single word about it… There hadn’t beenenough cells to contain all of the Greeks, so they’d beencrammed into each chamber in groups. Male, female, it hadn’tmattered. Maybe the Titans hadn’t cared about the mixing of thesexes, or maybe they’d done it to increase the torment of eachprisoner. The latter was probably the case. Husbands had not beenpaired with wives and friend had not been paired with friend. No,rival had been paired with rival. For her, that rival was Erebos, theminor god of darkness. Once, Erebos had treated her like a queen.Once, she’d really liked him. Had even considered marrying him.But then she’d fallen in love with Atlas-that womanizing, lyingbastard Atlas-so she’d cut Erebos loose.

Thenshe’d discovered that Atlas had never really wanted her, thatAtlas had only been using her. Love had quickly morphed into rage.The rage, though, had eventually cooled. She’d forgotten him.For the most part. Now, with his name decorating her back, she hatedhim with every fiber of her being. Maybe– maybe –she’doverreacted when she’d done the same to him. Branded himforever.

Impulsivenesshad always been her downfall, after all. For years, she’d evenregretted her decision. Not that she would ever admit such a thing tohim. Regret was not what she felt now, however. She hadn’t liedto him. She would kill him for this. First, she would have to find away to remove the stupid collar around her neck. As long as she woreit, she was powerless. Second, she would have to find a way to escapethis realm. The first, in theory, should have been easy. Yet she’dalready tried clawing and beating at it, and had even attempted tomelt it from her neck. All she’d done was cut her skin, bruiseher tender flesh and singe her hair off. The second, in theory andreality, seemed impossible.

Hergaze circled her surroundings. After the Titans escaped, they’d