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gorgon?
    “How am I any different than all the other survivors of war-torn countries? What good is it being a gorgon?”
    “Gorgons take revenge,” Damon said, coming towards her.
    Together they watched two seagulls battle for a scrap of food in the surf, each bird fighting with angry shrieks.
    “I don’t take revenge,” Renata said, bitterly. “I run and hide. I’ve never gone back to Bosnia and I never will. I can’t even face the men responsible for what happened to my family. I can’t face them.”
    “I know you can’t,” he said, touching her arm lightly, as if to comfort her. “So you turn them to stone. Two of them now have died after you carved them. Did you think it was an accident?”
    No. Not in her heart. Somewhere inside her, she had known it was more than coincidence. She had thought it’d happened because she wished them dead, and now Damon was telling her that she had the power to make those wishes come true. She couldn’t deny the small thrill of empowerment that flowed through her, alongside the guilt and horror. If she was a gorgon, it meant she never had to see these evil men, never had to face them or re-live her story. She only had to put them into her artwork to end their miserable lives.
    Being a gorgon meant never being a victim again.
    Tears wet her cheeks, but she didn’t remember crying. She wanted to say something, but her throat closed shut. Damon tried to make her look at him, but she turned away and her stony gray eyes fixed upon the depthless ocean and all its secrets.
    Damon tried again. “I didn’t tell you this to hurt you—”
    “A boat is coming,” she interrupted, forcing herself to speak over the lump in her throat. Her voice sounded foreign and far away.
    Damon looked as if he weren’t ready to let the matter drop, as if he wanted to encourage her to talk about the confusion swirling inside her, but he seemed to think better of it. “The boat is early,” he said, clearly frustrated. “But the boat is for us. It’s time to go.”
    “Where are we going?” she asked, fists clenching at her sides. “I won’t go back to Bosnia.”
    “I won’t ever force you to go back there,” Damon reassured her. “But we must leave this place now. The cell phone reception is terrible and there’s no internet connection; I have work to do in the real world.”
    The real world? Renata wondered what that even meant anymore. “What kind of work does an immortal do?”
    “We do any kind of work we like,” Damon said. “My aunt is a professional benefactress. She has always had a special eye for the gifted and a unique way of fostering their talents. She has a stable of favorites. Meanwhile, my brother is in law enforcement—he feeds off the fear of crime victims.”
    “And you?” Renata asked.
    He eyed her with scant amusement. “I’m a security consultant for the global banking industry.”
    “ Security,” she sputtered with surprise.
    He towered over her with barely constrained menace. “Trust me when I say that I’m an expert at frightening people away from taking things that don’t belong to them.”
     
    Renata didn’t fight against leaving the island with him. She hadn’t seen the point. Did she really want her kidnapper leaving her on a secluded island by herself? Moreover, she was still in shock at everything he’d told her. Her hands were cold and she couldn’t catch her breath. And as the boat ferried them towards their destination, she almost didn’t care where they went. As long as it was somewhere far, far away.
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Chapter Six
    Ever since Renata sipped the ambrosia, time had passed in fits and starts. She was unable to keep a firm grasp of it. Had it been days or weeks since she’d been kidnapped? Worse, she didn’t even know where she was.
    Asia. They were somewhere in Asia. That was all Renata was able to surmise from the penthouse window. The billboards that hung over the sprawling streets below were covered with