Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101264 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
A pause. “I’ll hold to that bargain, but she’s at the bottom of my list right now, so she needs to cool her heels while we deal with this.”
I wrestle into a shirt and start buttoning it up. “You will transfer the money to her now, Zeus. It’s not her fault this went poorly, and I won’t have her punished for it.”
“Fine.” He curses. “It’ll be in her account by the time you get here. Now, get moving.”
By the time I finish dressing, my phone is lighting up. I scroll through the texts but stop when I see one from Hector.
Hector: Saw the news. Sorry I didn’t find the info in time. Are you and Cass okay?
Me: Yes. Don’t be sorry. It wouldn’t have mattered. Things were already in motion.
Me: Any progress on the emails?
Hector: Some. I forwarded what I have so far to your email.
Me: Thanks. Now get some sleep. Need to meet in the morning and bring everyone up to speed.
A quick check finds a trail between Minos and Hermes, confirming what Cassandra heard. They were in contact months before he came to Olympus. There’s nothing in their communication that’s actually new information, though. He reached out first, but she didn’t turn him away.
No matter what Hector thinks, there wasn’t enough here to make the leap to Minos’s actual plans.
Cassandra has her clothing back in place. It’s so tempting to try to coax her into staying here, but the longer she’s with me, the harder it will be to release her. And I will release her. It’s what she wants, and it’s what I promised at the beginning of this. I won’t go back on my word, no matter that the thought of a future without her is agony. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
The drive to her apartment takes entirely too little time. She’s lost in thought, only jarring back to the present when I stop next to the curb. I eye the empty sidewalk. “Do you want me to come up?”
“No, that’s okay.” She reaches over and takes my hand. “Be careful. Please.”
Cassandra, of all people, understands the implications of what’s coming. It’s impossible to guess the scale of the public reaction. I don’t expect it to happen overnight, but ambition is a river that runs deep in Olympus, and there will be those who look to this new information as a way to skip climbing the ladder entirely in their goal to end up at the top.
Not to mention Minos’s benefactor. They’ve really set the stage to destabilize us and leave the city ripe for the picking the moment the boundary falls.
Athena and Ares will have their hands full.
We’re all going to have our hands full.
“I’ll be careful. I promise.” I try for a smile. “I’ll have your belongings retrieved from Minos’s house and delivered here tomorrow.”
She nods once and then she’s gone, walking out of my life without looking back. I sit at the curb well after she disappears through that rickety door. She might not be staying in this place much longer, but I make a mental note to track down the owner and insist on the door being replaced so the next occupant doesn’t have to deal with what Cassandra has.
I head to Dodona Tower. It’s late enough that there’s little traffic, and I make good time. It’s only been a little over a week since I was here last, but it feels strange to step out of the elevator and into the doorway-studded hall that leads to the ballroom. That’s not my destination tonight. Instead, I head to the previously mostly unused boardroom halfway down the hall. The last Zeus preferred to keep the Thirteen as separate as possible, but our current one has a different, more unified goal for the group.
I’m the last one to arrive. The rest of the Thirteen sit around the table. All except Hephaestus. Guilt surges through me. I didn’t like the man; he was an active foil again and again to our current Zeus’s attempts to bring the Thirteen into one balanced alliance. That doesn’t mean he deserved to be murdered, though.
I sink into the chair between Ares and Poseidon, a giant white man with red hair and beard and a permanently furious expression on his brutal face. He hates these meetings the most out of anyone, preferring to stay in his shipping yard running the imports and exports out of Olympus.
Zeus sits at the head of the table, Aphrodite on his left and Athena on his right. The latter is a beautiful Black woman with black curls cut short on the sides and longer on top and a bearing that makes people take notice of her when she enters the room. She’s as ruthless as she is brilliant. She flicks a quick look at me, taking in my bruised face. “I see you got your hands dirty, Apollo.”