I've always been drawn toward tragedy, especially tragic romance. But no one person can truly understand the aphotic depth of romantic love.

Now I knew why the apples that grew here were gold. Everything was gold. There was no escaping it.

I had awoken with the words burning in my mind. They were cryptic but they were my anchor. It was a plan and a blessing, and I'd needed both

Heir of Argos. Blessed by Hera. To prove her claim to the throne, Daphne must retrieve one of the Goddess Hera's illusive golden apples.

Together, they nodded. “There is nothing left for us to do but live … truly live."