She should have stolen his voice again, too, to stop him spewing such an insult. "A week," Hecate's teeth bared in return, blood boiling, dark hair moving about her face like it had been picked up by a breeze when the air was still and close and hot. "And three days for any of your men who assaulted her tonight." She held her hand out behind her to grab Luna, to lead her out, her eyes locked on Ares as she stepped passed him, moving in a slow circle around him.
Hecate could not feel the edges of her body. As the curse spread through him, her limbs meant nothing, her ribs did nothing to keep her heart in, she was above and she was below and she was inside. Her hand clutched Luna harder, and as they moved away there was a growing shake in the limbs she couldn't feel.