With the silence between us for the past six months, however, it didn’t feel like it. I hadn’t admitted it to James, but I’d spent the summer glancing around in hopes of seeing Henry in the crowd, there even when he wasn’t supposed to be. But no matter how hard I’d looked, I hadn’t seen any sign of him. Granted, half a year was practically a blink of an eye for someone who had existed since before the birth of humanity. But surely a sign that he missed me wasn’t too much to ask for.

During my winter with him though, I’d had to f ight for every small step forward. Every look, every touch, every kiss—what if six months apart brought us back to square one? He’d spent a thousand years mourning his f irst wife, Persephone, and he’d only known me for one. Our wedding hadn’t been the perfect ending to a wonderful love story. It’d been the beginning of eternity, and nothing about our new life together was going to be easy. For either of us.

Especially considering that on top of adjusting to marriage, I’d have to learn how to be Queen of the Underworld, as well.

And no matter how many years I’d spent caring for my dying mother, I had a sinking feeling none of it would help when it came to ruling over the dead.

I pushed my worries from my mind as the black wrought-iron gate of Eden Manor came into view. New York, school, my mother’s illness—that was my past. My mortal life. This was my future. No matter what had or hadn’t happened during the summer, I would have the chance to be with Henry now, and I wasn’t going to waste a moment.

“Home sweet home,” I said as I drove through the gate.

I could do this. Henry would be waiting for me, and he’d be thrilled to see me. My mother would be there, too, and I wouldn’t have to go another six months without seeing her again. After nearly losing her, spending the summer without my mother had been torture, but she’d insisted—this f irst summer was my own, and she and Henry wouldn’t be involved. But I was back now, and everything would be okay.

James craned his neck to look at the brightly colored trees that lined the road. “All right?” he said to me.

“I should be asking you that,” I said, eyeing the way he drummed his f ingers on the armrest nervously. He stilled, and after a moment I added before I could stop myself,

“He’ll be happy to see me, right?”

James blinked and said coolly, “Who? Henry? Couldn’t say. I’m not him.”

That was the last answer I’d expected, but of course he wasn’t going to be cheerful about it. James would have been the one to replace Henry as the ruler of the Underworld if I’d failed, and even though it hadn’t come up on our trip, James was undoubtedly sore about it.

“Could you at least try to pretend to be happy for me?” I said. “You can’t spend your entire existence mad about that.”

“I’m not mad. I’m worried,” he said. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, you know. No one would blame you.”

“Do what? Not go back to Eden?” I’d already passed the tests. I’d told Henry I’d be back. We were married, for crying out loud.

“Everyone’s acting like you’re the be-all and end-all for Henry,” said James. “It isn’t fair to put you under that kind of pressure.”

Good lord, he really was talking about not going back.

“Listen, James, I know you liked Greece—so did I—but if you think you can talk me into not going back—”

“I’m not trying to talk you into anything,” said James with surprising f irmness. “I’m trying to make sure no one else does. This is your life. No one’s going to take your mother away from you now if you decide you don’t want to do this after all.”

“That’s not—that’s not why I’m going back at all,” I sputtered.

“Then why are you, Kate? Give me one good reason, and I’ll drop it.”

“I can give you a dozen.”

“I only want one.”

I sniffed. It wasn’t any of his business. I’d nearly died in my attempts to save Henry from fading; I wasn’t going to walk away from him because of the possibility that I might not like the Underworld. “I don’t know how you do things, but I love Henry, and I’m not going to leave him just because you don’t think he’s good for me.”

“Fair enough,” said James. “But what are you going to do if Henry doesn’t love you?”

I slammed on the brakes and forced the car into Park so violently that the head of the stick shift snapped off. The car was a piece of shit anyway. “That’s impossible. He said he loves me, and I trust him not to lie to me. Unlike someone else I know.”

I glared at him, but his expression didn’t change. With a huff, I climbed out of the car, cursing as the seat belt caught on my jeans. After my few failed attempts to untangle myself, James reached over and gently undid it for me.

“Don’t be mad,” he said. “Please. After what happened to Persephone—I want to make sure you don’t have to go through the same thing, all right? That’s all.” I wasn’t an idiot. I knew part of Henry would always be in love with Persephone. After all, he’d lost the will to continue after she’d given up her immortality to die and spend eternity with a mortal, and he wouldn’t have felt that way if his entire existence hadn’t revolved around her. But I could give him the one thing she never had—requited love.