“ ’Ello,” said Circe. It was layered with magic into a harsh, discordant sound, not like any voice Artemis’s ears had heard before. It grated on her thoughts. It twisted her very soul. Centipedes were crawling into her mind through that voice. It wore away at her free will like acid. It was the most beautiful thing Artemis’s ears had ever heard and her mind wanted to never disobey it.