The tremors worsen. The stone walls collapse under pressure, trapping us in a vast, labyrinthine crypt, deep under Minoan ruins.
Well, not all of us…
I draw my knife as wraithlike maidens encircle the group, hungry to receive the promised sacrifice.
“What did you do, Renée?” Tomás screams repeatedly.
I kneel and begin praying for the Goddess to accept me.
Tomás is still cussing as the men are all overpowered, their blood greedily consumed.
Imminently, the High Priestess appears before me. My whole body trembles, surrendering.
She holds her goblet out. Cutting my hand, I humbly gift my own blood.
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