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  For my newest true loves, Brady and Will

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  Special thanks go out to all the people who have believed in this series since the beginning, including Zareen Jaffery, Sarah Burnes, Justin Chanda, Julia Maguire, Logan Garrison, and Madison Randall. Thanks also to Valerie Shea, for her attention to detail, and to Chloë Foglia and Bobby Haiqalsyah, for the beautiful, eye-catching covers. Big ups to Sooji Kim, Veda Kumarjiguda, Siena Koncsol, Paul Crichton, and Anna Worrall, for helping me get people psyched about the trilogy.

  To my incredible support team and self-appointed publicists, Jen Calonita, Elizabeth Eulberg, and Jennifer E. Smith, my undying gratitude. I’d also like to thank all the bloggers and fans who were part of the True Love Matchmakers Club. You really got the word out about the first book, and I couldn’t be more grateful. Thanks also to some super-­supportive authors who’ve helped out on Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, and at various events, including Katie Sise, Stephanie Kate Strohm, Lauren Morrill, E. Lockhart, and Melissa Walker.

  To the Woodside Kindergarten moms who’ve attended the parties and events and helped me get the word out, thank you! I’m touched and humbled by your support. And to awesome Indy owners Tom Downs (Shaw’s Book Shop, Westwood, New Jersey) and Kenny Sarfin (Books & Greetings, Northvale, New Jersey), thanks for your undying support. To all the incredible bookstore owners and librarians who’ve shown their love for these books, I couldn’t be more grateful. I hope to one day visit all your stores and libraries to thank you in person! Of course huge thanks to Laura Leonard and the Hillsdale Library for everything you’ve done and continue to do.

  As always, thank you to my mom, who is with me every moment of every day.

  Finally, thank you to my biggest fans, my family and friends, especially Erin, Sona, Wendy, Shira, Sharren, Kristy, Courtney, Jessica, Rachel, Maura, Meredith, Ian, Mom and Dad V., and the Viola Boys—Matt, Brady, and Will. I could never write a word if it wasn’t for the joy you guys bring to my daily life, so thank you!

  PROLOGUE

  “I demand to see the queen! I demand it!”

  I screeched until my voice nearly shattered, but the faces of the guards outside Queen Hera’s chambers remained unaltered. They were ever fixed in indifference, as if the sight of a powerful goddess raging before them was an everyday occurrence. But then, they worked for the queen, so this was probably the case. My twin brother, Apollo, meanwhile, lounged in the corner, picking his teeth with his fingernails, no help to me.

  I grabbed the nearest guard by his sinewy throat. In my free hand, a fireball rivaling the temperature of the sun sprang to life.

  “Let me in or I will burn you, hair by tiny little hair,” I said through my teeth.

  The doors behind the terrified guard whipped open and there Hera stood, framed by the pointed archway. Her white gown ruffled in the breeze, and her dark hair flowed freely behind her.

  “Oh, come inside already, Artemis. I tire of your constant caterwauling. You, too, Apollo,” she added, her gaze flicking past me.

  With that, she turned on her heel and reclaimed her throne. Her dozen ladies-in-waiting immediately descended upon her, offering fruit and wine, combing her long tresses, laying out flowers and new gowns and ropes and ropes of jewels for her approval. Apollo followed me inside, and the guards closed the doors behind us.

  “How did you manage to whirl inside the castle walls in the first place?” Hera asked, reaching for a grape. “Lesser gods and goddesses should not have such power.”

  “Ah, but my powers have grown these last two millennia,” I said, striding toward her, barely refraining from kicking one cream-skinned lady aside. “Or have you not noticed, my queen?”

  She arched an eyebrow at me but betrayed no surprise. “What do you want of me? I’m rather busy, as you can see.”

  “I want you to send me to Earth, as I have asked of you these last fourteen days.”

  “And I have said no for fourteen days,” she replied coolly. “The king has sent Eros on a mission to reignite her passion for creating lasting love on Earth. He has promised your Orion to her as her prize once she succeeds. I dare not foil his plans without good reason, and until now you’ve not given me a good reason. What makes you think I’ll change my mind today?”

  “Because I have new information,” I told her, placing my sandal on the step just below her throne and leaning in. “It was not Ares nor Aphrodite who tore my Orion from the stars for Eros to toy with, but Eros herself.”

  It took what was left of my meager self-control to keep from exploding into furious flames as I conveyed this news, humiliating as it was to my own ego. I had tried for centuries to bring Orion back to me—tried everything from dark magic to pacts with Hades to offering human sacrifices to the stars—but nothing had worked. Meanwhile, if the rumors around the Mount were true, Eros had managed what I had not with a mere snap of her fingers. If I ever found her—when I found her—I was going to wring her scrawny neck.

  Hera paused with her hand in a bowl full of strawberries. Her dark eyes flashed with anger.

  “Eros did this herself?” she asked, withdrawing her hand and sucking on each finger in turn. “My, my. All you little goddesses are displaying new powers, aren’t you?”

  “But it is Eros who uses hers to mock another goddess. To mock me,” I said, the sour need for vengeance burning inside my gut. “Orion is mine. He was the day he died and he remains so today. Let me take him back. Let me exact my vengeance on Eros.”

  The queen sat forward, seemingly interested for the first time. “And how, pray tell, would you exact this vengeance?”

  “We’ll kill her,” Apollo said bluntly, shrugging. “What else?”

  Hera’s lips twitched ever so slightly. She and Eros’s mother, Aphrodite, had long been fierce rivals. I knew that the idea of taking Aphrodite’s most precious daughter from her would intrigue my queen.

  “But you would never win,” Hera said without blinking. “You saw the earthquake she caused. The girl has regained some of her powers.”

  Yes. There was that. Once banished to Earth, a lower god or goddess’s powers are always stripped. Normally only upper gods are allowed to wield their powers on Earth.

  “About that, Your Majesty,” I said slowly, carefully. “You don’t think it’s possible that Eros is somehow becoming . . .”

  Apollo glared, telling me to tread lightly. But what other way was there to say it?

  “An upper goddess?” I finished.

  “Of course not,” the queen snapped, sitting up straight. “How dare you even imagine such a thing?”

  But there was fear behind her eyes. It was as plain as the nose on her face. Hera did not want to believe that Eros’s powers had grown to the point that she might ascend to a new level, but she had no other explanation.

  “Well then. Why not send us to Earth with our powers?” I suggested. “I will dispatch that weakling with one hand tethered behind me.”

  “No.” The queen shook her head. “This I cannot do. You three would cause far too much destruction, and over what? The love of one mortal soul? Did we not learn our lesson from Helen of Troy?”

  “Then bind her powers and send us without,” Apollo said, grabbing a grape from one of the ladies and tossing it into his mouth. “Even the playing field. You should be able to do that as long as she’s not expecting it.”

  “Of course I can bind her powers!” the queen roared. Her bellow shook the stone floor beneath our feet. A silver pedestal vase crashed to the floor, spraying roses and water everywhere. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

  The guards froze in place. I shot Apollo a warning look, and after the
briefest hesitation he bowed his apology to the queen. But it was clear she was uncertain. She didn’t know how much power Eros wielded now, any more than we did. All the more incentive for her to allow us to kill the backstabber. Besides, Apollo was right. As long as Eros wasn’t forewarned and didn’t have a chance to deflect the binding, it should be easy for the queen.

  “You would do this?” Hera asked me. “You would consent to be earthbound without your powers?”

  I bit back a denial. I couldn’t imagine being without my powers for even a minute. But the queen was considering it, so I held my tongue. Anything to get me to Earth, to get Orion back, to teach that bitch of a goddess a lesson. Anything.

  “I agree to these terms,” the queen said.

  “You do?” I breathed. After a fortnight of begging, I barely dared believe her. “But what about the king?”

  “I will handle the king,” Hera replied, adjusting her robes on her throne. “He’s not the only one around here who gets to have a little fun. Besides, Eros’s job on Earth has been far too easy. It would be nice to throw an obstacle in her way in the form of you two.” She ate another strawberry and leaned back, assessing me with a long, pointed glance. “She plucked him from the stars herself, did she? She has that amount of power?”

  My lips pursed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

  “Then go. The both of you,” she said lifting a hand. “Do what you will with Eros. Once you have this Orion in your clutches, I will bring you home again.”

  “We have your word on that?” Apollo, ever the suspicious soul, asked.

  The queen looked toward the tall windows that lined her chambers, and the clear blue sky beyond. I could feel her ladies-in-­waiting holding their breath. “You have my word.”

  My chest expanded as I rose to my feet, weightless triumph filling my lungs. With the queen on my side, there was no way I could lose. Before long, I would be with Orion again, and we would live out his days in a state of amorous bliss. Eros would know real pain. She would know loss. She would bow at my feet and beg for her life. It was only a matter of time.

  “We’re done here,” the queen said.

  And then, with a flick of her fingers, we were gone.

  CHAPTER ONE

  True

  I woke up when my face hit the hardwood floor next to my bed and was still processing the shattering of my cheekbone when I jumped up, grabbed my bow and arrow, and whipped around, ready to let fly. My breath heaved. My heart pounded within my throat. My face throbbed. But there was no one there.

  On my bedside table, my cell phone vibrated so hard it shimmied toward the edge. That must have been the culprit. Not Artemis and Apollo bursting into my room, wielding hunting knives and whips and machetes. I saw my friend Wallace Bracken’s face smiling out at me from the screen, shoved the bow under my arm, and grabbed the phone.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, True,” he said. “I just wanted to tell you that me and Mia? We’re not gonna work out.”

  I dropped the bow and slumped back down on the bed. A dart of white-hot pain shot from the crest of my cheekbone through my eye. I touched it gingerly.

  “Ow.”

  “Huh?” Wallace asked.

  “Nothing,” I said. “What happened with Mia? I thought you guys were having fun yesterday.”

  “We were, but it turns out she’s a PC girl,” Wallace said. “And I cannot go out with a PC girl.”

  “Wait, what? You mean she’s politically correct?”

  Wallace laughed heartily. “No, no, no. She has a frickin’ Dell computer. And a Windows 8 phone. I’m an Apple guy. The two don’t mesh.”

  I sighed. “Wallace. You can’t be serious.”

  “Trust me.”

  He was. Dead serious. The boy lived for his tech. And besides, he couldn’t have liked her much in the first place, if he was willing to let her go over something so trite.

  “Okay, fine,” I said. “Well, you tried.”

  “Yeah, I guess. Thanks for your help. Maybe I’ll stop by Goddess later and drown my sorrows in a peanut butter cupcake.”

  “It’s on me,” I told him.

  We hung up the phone, and my shoulders curled inward. Late last night, when I hadn’t been able to sleep, I had started to foster the tiny hope that Wallace and Mia might be my third couple. They’d looked so happy yesterday at the football game. Maybe they’d find true love, finally fulfilling my bargain with Zeus, and send me and Orion home to Mount Olympus to live happily ever after. But of course, it couldn’t be that easy. Nothing was ever that easy.

  I got up and winced again as my cheekbone throbbed anew. It wasn’t fun, being the hunted. It wasn’t restful, either. Nor did it make one pretty, if the glimpse of my reflection in the nearest looking glass was any indication. I leaned toward the pedestal mirror on my desk, right next to the hulking sand timer, which was already mercilessly running, marking the time I had left to make my next—and final—love match. Among the details that greeted me were dark circles under my eyes, sallow skin, ratty hair, a sleep crease as deep as the Grand Canyon from my ear to my chin, and a small red bruise forming on my cheek.

  Lovely.

  But still, I’d made it through the night. Which meant that Artemis and Apollo, my two greatest nemeses who had shown up on Earth the previous evening with the purpose of stalking me like prey, had at least not been sent here with their godly powers. If they had, they certainly would have found me and annihilated me by now. That was something. And after my minor shopping spree at Murdoch’s Outdoors last night, I was now armed with a workable bow and several arrows. When they did find me, I’d be ready.

  Suddenly the door to my bedroom flew open. I whirled around with an arrow set in the shelf, string drawn. My mother stood in the doorway, hand on her chest, her short blond hair grazing her perfect chin. Her blue eyes went from bright with concern to soft with relief, and her whole body relaxed. Apparently the fact that there was a deadly weapon trained on her heart didn’t register.

  “Oh, good. You’re alive,” she said, dropping her hand. “Between you and your father, you’re going to give me a coronary.”

  “My father?” I lowered the bow.

  She sighed the particularly weary and yet indulgent sigh that she always reserved for Ares, the God of War, who also happened to be my dear old dad. “He’s downstairs. The brute whirled in five minutes ago with no warning, of course.” She angled herself toward the hallway, holding the door for me. “Come. He wishes to speak with you. And make haste. Hephaestus is sitting with him.”

  I dropped my bow and arrow on the bed and pushed my long, tangled hair behind my ears as I slipped by her. My best friend Hephaes­tus, formerly the God of Fire and Smiths, was not a big fan of my father’s, nor my father of his. They had both been in love with my mother at one time, which normally wouldn’t be a big deal, because pretty much everyone has been in love with Aphrodite. But this was different. A couple of millennia ago, my mother and Hephaes­tus had been married, and she’d cheated on him with Ares.

  So, no—the two of them alone together was not ideal.

  When we walked into the kitchen at the back of the house, Hephaes­tus sat in his wheelchair at the small wooden table, drumming his fingers on its surface. My father stood with his feet planted in front of the sink, his massive arms crossed over his chest, eyeing Hephaestus beadily. Every muscle of his body was clenched, as if he was prepared to pounce at the slightest provocation. His dark hair stood on end, and tiny beads of sweat dotted his upper lip. He wore gray-and-black camouflage pants and a tight black T-shirt with a silver cuff on each wrist, the right one dented and deeply scratched. The other was spattered with dried blood.

  “Father,” I said, by way of greeting.

  “Eros,” he replied, relaxing only slightly.

  I crossed to Hephaestus and sat in a chair next to him. His dark skin shone from
his morning workout, and the white T-shirt he wore was soaked through with sweat. He still sported his weight-lifting gloves, which were grayed and torn from use, and his light eyes brightened considerably now that he had more company.

  “Good morning,” I said to him.

  “If you say so,” he replied, shooting a look past me at Ares.

  My mother went right for the coffee, poured herself a cup, and then added some caramel-colored alcohol to it. My nose wrinkled, but I couldn’t exactly blame her.

  “What news do you bring from the Mount, Father?” I asked, trying to appear casual and unaffected as I leaned back in my chair.

  “You are aware that Artemis and Apollo are here,” he said gruffly. “You are aware they’re out for blood.”

  I exchanged a glance with Hephaestus. “My sister Harmonia told us as much. She said Hera sent them here to retrieve Orion, and that the queen knows of our relationship.”

  “Does the queen not comprehend that Artemis will kill Eros for this infraction?” Aphrodite asked. “She must realize that Artemis believes Orion to be her own property—that Eros has stolen him from her.”

  “I believe the queen wants to see a fight and wouldn’t mind very much if one or the both of you wound up dead,” my father said darkly.

  He may as well have grabbed a knife from the butcher’s block and gutted me with it. “What? What quarrel does the queen have with me?”

  “She knows your powers have grown. Artemis’s as well. She sees the both of you as a threat to her throne, to her ultimate power,” my father explained. “What better way to deal with it than to let the two of you deal with each other?”

  “And if the girls do that, she won’t have to answer to Zeus for the crime,” my mother said slowly. “They will have done the idiot deed themselves. It’s brilliant, really.”

  “Thank you, Mother,” I said acerbically.

  Aphrodite rolled her eyes to the heavens. “I didn’t say I approve!”

  “You have to avoid them,” Hephaestus said. “Make your next match as quickly as possible. Then Zeus will bring you and Orion home, and this will all be over. Once you’re back on the Mount, you’ll have your entire family on your side. They’d be imbeciles to attack you living under Aphrodite’s roof, with the two of you and Harmonia at your full power.”