Well; not Barbie.

Barbie Mariposa to be exact. Just way, way, way, hotter with white butterfly wings and her blonde hair flowing. Barbie Mariposa also wore jeans and a white tank top.

She fought with Neeks sword; and Philly dear was losing terribly.

'How dare you do this to her?' She asked, sword on throat.

'Kryos sent me.' Phil said. '"Don't kill her," he said. "Just make her suffer," he said. "Then you can do what you want."'

'My husband would never do that. Speak; Aphrodite, right?' Barbie Mariposa asked.

'It was him. I promise.' Phil said.

Barbie dropped her borrowed sword and held her head. 'Get out before I kill you.'

Philbert disappeared in a wave of pure fear.

'So what's up?' I asked.

Neeks smirked. 'I won't tell until you tell me what happened to you.'

'What happened to me just now; or with Pothos?' I asked.

'Two for one.' Neeks said.

'You'd make a perfect businessman.' Me and Barbie Mariposa said. 'Stop. How can you— wait! You got it girl, you got it.'

Barbie Mariposa laughed. 'You're funny.'

'How did you know what I was thinking?' I asked.

'I'm— ah— psychic.' Barbie Mariposa smiled. 'They named quite a lot of things after me.'

I got to my feet. 'Prendilo!'

I nocked and arrow. 'Phil, stop this shit right now.'

'Nica, chill.' Neeks said. 'My lady; introduce yourself.'

'Psychology, psychiatric, psychotherapy, psychic; all these honour me as I am the mother of the human mind and soul.' Barbie Mariposa took a bow. 'Psyche.'

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'Psycho?' I asked.

Psyche drew a few characters on the sand; Ψ-Υ-Χ-Ή.

'Psi-khe.' I pronounced. 'Butterfly?'

'Kind of.' Psyche said. 'Psyche also means butterfly.'

My memory rebooted. 'You're Cupid's wife.'

Mariposa blushed. 'I am.'

'You a lil hot girl.' I said. 'But who's Chris?'

'Kryos; Cupid's codename.' Psyche said.

'Master.' I said. 'Makes sense.'

'So all of them have codenames.' Neeks said. 'What's yours?'

'Mariposa.' Psyche said.

'Damn straight.' I muttered. 'And why, oh why; do you have such awesome codenames and we don't?'

'What do we need them for?' Nico asked.

'To make this mission cooler.' I protested.

'Children.' Mariposa said. 'You two can argue later. What is this about needing my help, Victory?'

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Psyche: Awesome.

It was a huge beach house.

Must take a long time to clean, I thought.

'I do not live here.' Psyche said, reading my mind again. 'I have houses all over the world.'

'Not the country.' I mused. 'The world.'

'That's what happens when you're the mafia's wife.' Psyche said in Nico's voice.

'That's becoming creepy.' Neeks said. 'Now talk.'

'About what?' Me and Psyche asked.

'First tell me what happened with Pothos.'

I told him everything except the kiss thing.

'He called me a bunch of names I didn't understand.' I said. 'Astounding, ludicrous, impertinent and the word I asked Anteros about.'

'Sounded Latin.' Neeks said. 'Pulchri-something.'

Psyche raised an eyebrow. 'Pulchritudinous?'

'Yeah—'

'Zayden said that to you?' Psyche asked, shocked.

'Pothos's codename is Zayden?' Nico asked.

Psyche beamed with pride. 'Awww!'

'Anteros said it's a bad word.' I said.

'No; he said you would not want to know what it would not want to know because you would not believe it.' Psyche cupped my face. 'Why; I do not believe that Zayden could be so—.'

Mariposa's phone rang.

'Coming.' Psyche said.

She ran into her room.

'First it's "You don't wanna know." ' I said. 'Now it's "OMG! #cutesies!" '

'Doesn't your iPod have a dictionary?' Nico asked.

'Spell pulchritudinous.' I pouted.

'P-O-L— C-R-I— I-D-K.' Neeks said.

I laughed.

Psyche came back. 'Sorry for the interruption. What was I saying?'

For some odd reason; I couldn't remember.

'You were—'

Nico's voice faltered. 'We were just talking about something now. I can't remember.'

'Well; let us talk about other matters, then.' Psyche said. 'What did Phobos show you?'

I twisted my earpiece cord. 'I could swear we were just talking about Pothos.'

'You mean Phobos.' Psyche said, a bit more forcefully; causing me to have a minor headache. 'You just started talking about Phobos.'

'Okay then.'

Psyche sat on the couch with me. 'You do not need to be scared. Her death was not completely your fault. Just tell us.'

'How did you—'

'Psychic.' Psyche said.

Took me some time to get the courage, but I spoke.

'He showed me how I killed my mom.'