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Throughout the ages I had been known by many names. Ares’ whore. Bacchus’s muse. Goddess of witchcraft and magic. Hekata. Hecate.
Cate was what I called myself.
Ares still made my skin overheat with just with a touch. I only wanted one thing more than him. I wanted my soul back. If I let myself be seduced by him again, I wouldn’t give a damn about my soul. I inhaled him one last time, and turned away with a curse on my lips.

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