Water douses fire but fire melts snow. Water douses fire but fire melts snow. Water douses fire but fire melts snow. Water douses fire but fire melts snow. Khione whispered the mantra over and over again until her mouth refused to form the words. She rose up and punched the Leo Valdez dummy, glaring at it like it was the real thing. His fire melted her snow.
She hated it, fire. Fire meant warmth. Warmth meant melting. Melting meant a loss of power. Warmth was the opposite of cold. The cold was what she stood for.
Their personalities matched them, she realized. She, Khione, the snow goddess, was cold and aloof. (Cold, she liked that word.) He, Leo, the son of the fire god, was friendly. (Who needed friends? Her brothers were enough. They were cold, just like her.) Khione wished she was water to douse the flame.
At the Wolf House, fire met ice and fire won.
Khione was fuming. She hated the word. It suggested fire. She vowed to destroy Leo Valdez. And she nearly did. But then, he fell for Calypso. And Piper destroyed her, with the fire of the dragon.
Khione may have loved Jason Grace. But to the depths of her heart, she absolutely hated his best friend. And Jason's best friend had won.
Khione really hated to lose. Especially to fire.