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Fenrir used that title in particular. It was partial hope and partial admonition. He expected me to do something about this and he expected it to be done months ago. Bad enough that the greatest trackers on the planet couldn't find Demeter, but the Godhunter... she should have brought Demeter down by now. All of that, he got across to me with one word.
    “I know,” I squeezed his arm. “Me too.” I bent over Jake. “Always with the ice or heat. Isn't there more to Demeter's magic than that?”
    “ She's a fertility goddess,” Trevor answered. “Her magic is that of the Land, the Seasons, and Growth. She could create life if she chose to but her anger has corrupted the magic and now all she does is destroy.”
    “ Like Aphrodite,” I sighed. “Yeah, I remember when Persephone told Demeter that the power of Creation will always conquer Destruction but I don't think Demeter bought it.”
    “ She should have listened to her daughter,” Samantha, my Froekn best friend, who was also married to Fallon, one of my lion lieutenants, had come with us since she'd been at Pride Palace when we got the news.
    “ Not listening to Persephone is kind of what started all of this,” I grimaced. “She's really taken it too far though. All because Persephone wanted to move in with Hades.”
    “ It's like Munchausen by proxy,” Samantha huffed, “hurting her child under the guise of helping her.”
    “ Okay,” I held my hand out to Fenrir, “I need the hair.”
    He handed me a long lock of golden hair, bound at both ends with little pieces of duck tape. I frowned down at the silver tape. Men. Then I shook my head and held it up to my nose, taking in Demeter's scent. It was a complicated smell, part heat and part cold, like frozen ashes, the scent of a fire burning in an igloo. Underneath that was something bitter, acrid, like wine turning to vinegar.
    I frowned, scent was a very personal thing and often  with magical people, it was very telling. Demeter's scent was no different, a bitter woman who blew hot and cold. That was her alright. When I'd first cut the hair from Demeter's head, I could have killed her but I chose to leave the job up to the Froekn. The hair I took practically guaranteed they'd find her and if I was entirely honest with myself, I really didn't want to kill another friend's mother. Yes, I've done it before.
    “ I should have killed her when I had the chance,” I grumbled. The hair hadn't helped the Froekn, Demeter had disappeared, and now I was left the task of finding her again.
    I found the trail easily, the sharp layer of her hatred making it so clear that I could almost see it like a red mist in the air. I followed it to a spot where she'd traced out. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, Froekn could actually follow a scent through the Aether, and it turned out that I had a similar capability. I could see the trail in my head, a path through the Aether and into the God Realm. Problem was, it was blocked. Wherever she'd gone in the God Realm, she'd sealed the place beyond the usual wards. I couldn't even tell where she'd exited.
    “ Fuck,” I swore. “She's blocked her path into the God Realm somehow.”
    “ Yeah, that's the problem we've been having,” Trevor sighed. “It's okay, Minn Elska, you tried.”
    “ No,” something tightened inside me. “This isn't right. I should be able to find her. I'm part fey and the fey created the Aether. I should at least be able to tell where she went in the God Realm.”
    “ I can help you,” everyone turned to look at Torrent. I hadn't even realized he'd come along, until he spoke. “I can go into the Aether through the Inter Realm and take a longer and closer look at her trail.”
    “ How would you even know what to look for?” I asked as my heart sped up.
    “ If you would just step into the Inter Realm with me, you can follow her trail through the Aether, and I can decode the block she has on her location.” He said matter-of-factly.
    “ Step