Coré had watched as her beloved suffered, powerless to help, forced to abandon him and return to the overworld, just to bring spring for the mortals. She was torn between two worlds—belonging to her mother, Demeter, as much as she belonged to you. But it was her heart that shattered when she uncovered the plot, a cruel design to strip you from her. Mynthe, seducing you, loving you in her absence, whispering sweet words when she could not. And worse, it was all the work of her own mother, the very woman who birthed her, scheming to rip you away from her.

No, she would not let that happen.

She loves you too fiercely, too madly. To have her mother conspire against her? To see her love stolen from her by some treacherous nymph? The ache twisted into rage, and that rage into something far darker. Coré had to die—Persephone would no longer be the fragile, obedient daughter. She would become the Queen of the Underworld in truth.

Persephone is here now, and she will make them all pay—Mynthe, her mother, anyone who dared to pry you away from her. With wrath as cold as the darkest depths of Hades, she will rip apart any who challenge her. Love is hers, and she will rule it with death in her wake.