Chapter 9

I felt the pace of my breathing quicken as Anise tugged on the bonds holding my ankles to make sure they were secure. I lost track of her for a moment after that, as she left me to rummage around in a dresser drawer. I had a strong feeling she was after the Aphrodite—she had given me a detailed description of what she planned to do with it while we were on the train. But it wasn’t until I heard the humming, and felt its pulsing where she pressed it to my thigh, that I knew what I was in for.

“You’re going to give me all your recipes, aren’t you Margo?” Anise’s grin would make any movie villain proud.

“Never,” I said.

“When I’m done with you, I’m going to put a pen in your hand and you’re going to write them out for me.”

“No. Never. You can’t…”