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it.”
    â€œOur contract never specified that we couldn’t use the things we bought,” Meg said. “Or that we had to give them up once we finished our task.”
    She was right. After we’d been duped by Hades and his divine cronies for the umpteenth time, she’d reviewed the details of the contract and committed them to memory. It paid to be paranoid.
    â€œBut Sharisse didn’t buy the diamond,” Hades replied smoothly. “It was a gift. From me.”
    Meg opened her mouth to speak, but Hades held up a slim index finger and waggled it.
    â€œSome gifts, like rings , come with conditions. If you accept the ring, you accept the conditions.”
    This was one of those moments of clarity that pop into your head so suddenly it almost hurts. His gifts were tainted.
    â€œLike an engagement ring?” I squeaked.
    He nodded slowly, a saturnine smile making its leisurely way across his face. I couldn’t breathe.
    â€œAnd because I convinced her—” started Meg.
    â€œYou are just as liable,” he concluded with a smirk.
    And we were indentured. Again.
    â€œWe give everything back!” Not caring about the skin I would forfeit, I yanked off the ring and threw it, all five horrifying, evil carats, right at him. Bye bye, Tiffany’s best. I tried to reach for Meg’s hand and make a run for it, but as if in slow motion, Hades stepped back and caught the ring in midair. How Matrix .
    He shook his head sadly. “It doesn’t work that way, my darling . You accepted a gift, and so you are beholden to me once more.”
    â€œHera!” Meg shouted.
    Yes! Call the queen! She’ll hand Hades his posterior.
    Nothing happened.
    Or not.
    â€œShe won’t come,” he chuckled. “You are the ones who initiated a continuation of the contract. She can’t, and won’t, interfere. Nice try, though.” His gaze turned ominous. “This time, however, things are going to be a little different.”
    It suddenly got dark. But only where I was standing. I could see Meg and Hades clearly, like the sun shone only on them. In an instant, I felt like I’d dropped over the biggest hill on that vomit-inducing roller coaster at Six Flags I was dumb enough to ride on last summer. I felt weightless, yet was hurtling through space.
    The sensation of falling stopped almost as soon as it started. Meg and Hades were still in front of me, but there seemed to be a glass barrier between us.
    I banged on the pane with my fist; it was thick and unmoving. I swung around. There was nothing but gloom behind me. I stretched out a hand into it, touching a cold nothingness. Quickly, all the air around me chilled. A whorl of steamy breath curled from my lips before dissipating. When I wrapped my arms around my waist to stop the shivering, my hands touched bare skin; he’d dressed me in a pink polka-dot bikini, just like the mannequins! And in those infernal red stilettos!
    My Life Ruined By Shoes, as told by Sharisse Johnson. Oh, I was going to give him the shoes—right in the privates!
    Whipping back around, I threw myself against the glass barrier. My hands were pressed against it, and my breath, drawn in panic, created a fog on the glass in front of me, making it hard to see Meg’s face clearly. I swiped it clean. Her eyes grew huge when she saw me. She banged on her side of the glass. I pounded back, but it made no sound or vibration. All I could do was cry. She put one hand over her mouth and paled. Was there no getting out? Frantic, I screamed for her. As the pane darkened, my last vision was of Meg kicking the glass, tears streaming down her face.
    I don’t know how long I stood there.
    Alone.
    In the dark.
    Shaking with dread and cold, I wobbled a few steps away from the glass to see how far back my crystal prison extended. The gloom of a cavelike space yawned behind me. Searching around slowly, I saw pinpoints of light, which allowed me brief