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)
“Patroclus.” I quickly relay the information she gave me.
Patroclus nods, but his gaze is on the scene before us. “Okay. I’ll send people to retrieve her.”
Cassandra starts to twist to look at the body, but I turn us away. “Don’t. It won’t help.” It won’t be long now. Patroclus instructs Ares’s people to move the body into the back of one of the SUVs. They’ll transport Hephaestus back into the city center where he’ll undergo a quick examination, and then his body will be delivered to his family.
Somehow, I don’t think Artemis will forgive me for failing to save her cousin.
I’m not sure I’ll ever forgive myself either.
Things happen quickly after that. Patroclus sends two of his people to find Atalanta and another pair to ensure Pan actually reached the hospital. Another two are tasked with transporting Hephaestus’s body back to the city. Patroclus approaches us. “It’s time to leave. I’ll be driving you personally.” I start to protest, but he holds up a hand. “You can’t go out in front of the press looking like that without giving rise to the kind of questions we’re not ready to answer.”
He’s right. I hate that he’s right. There’s little I can do to fix this situation currently—or potentially at all—but there’s plenty I can do to make it worse. If the press thinks I have something to do with the Hephaestus changeover, it’ll be like throwing chum to a group of sharks. They’ll go into a frenzy.
I glance at the doorway. Ares will have them well in hand, but… “They went after Artemis, too. No matter how capable she is, we shouldn’t leave Ares alone with Minos and his people.”
Patroclus’s jaw goes tight. “Achilles will be here shortly, but Ares can take care of herself. The only reason they got the jump on Artemis is because she didn’t see them coming.” He casts one last look at the doorway and motions for me and Cassandra to get into the car.
If I were alone, I might argue, but Cassandra needs to get out of here and she won’t leave if I don’t. I can see it in the stubborn look in her eyes. “Fine.” I open the back door for her and then follow her in.
Patroclus wastes no time getting behind the wheel. He presses the garage door and barely waits for it to rise completely before he backs out. The other SUV follows. I catch sight of several vans in the driveway and a cluster of people and cameras around Ares as we drive away at a perfectly reasonable speed. Our departure turns some heads, but Ares smiles and says something that makes everyone shift their attention back to her.
She’s good at her job. The title of Ares has never been more beloved than it is now. And bringing in Achilles and Patroclus as her seconds-in-command has ensured that she has no weak points to speak of. It was truly well done.
Easier to think about that than what comes next. I squeeze Cassandra’s hand. “I need you to know—”
“I have to stand in front of the tribunal and testify that Theseus successfully pulled off the assassination clause. Murder committed with his own hands, and the proper words spoken afterward in front of a witness.” She’s half-twisted away from me, staring out the window. “I’m aware of the steps.”
I would spare her this if I could. It’s not likely to be a comfortable experience for anyone. I clear my throat. “I’ll ensure Zeus holds up his end of the bargain.”
At that, she finally looks at me. There are tear tracks beneath her eyes and she looks more exhausted than I’ve ever seen her. “I know.”
“Cassandra.” I glance at Patroclus, who’s doing his very best to pretend he can’t hear us, and then back at her. “Please come home with me. At least until we get this figured out.”
She looks like she wants to argue but finally gives a jerky nod. “Okay.”
We don’t speak again until Patroclus pulls the SUV to the curb outside my building. It’s only then that I realize we’re both a mess and Cassandra has nothing to change into. I clear my throat. “I’ll send someone to your place to get your things.”
“Thanks.” It’s a testament to how rattled she is that she doesn’t argue. That she barely looks around as we head through the lobby and take the elevator up to the top.
All the members of the Thirteen who reside in the city center—Zeus and Hera, Ares, Athena, and myself—have what’s come to be designated living spaces. The title of Apollo owns this entire building; I inherited that income as well as the penthouse itself when I took over the position. I’m so used to seeing it that I try to look around through Cassandra’s point of view…but I’m too exhausted to make it work.