Sentinel [Covenant #5] (17 page)

covet. Anyone in their right mind would’ve run from us, but those under compulsion would fight to the death. There was nothing we could do. Seth dipped under the attacker’s arm and sprang up, slamming the hilt of one dagger into the back of a soldier while catching another in the chest. Vaulting over the body of the fallen soldier, I dipped down low and spun, taking the feet out from underneath another man. He sat up, impaling himself on the waiting dagger. I pulled it free, the fleshy suction sound echoing in my head. Wincing, I ignored the stirrings of guilt and threw myself into the fray. These soldiers were highly trained, no doubt strategically kept inside the Covenant to be the last line of defense if anyone made it inside. Rolling into a kick, I welcomed the sharp slice of pain, then sprang up, arcing the dagger to catch the soldier under the chin. Whipping around, I saw Seth grab one by the head and twist. The crack was lost in the punch thrown at me. I ducked, catching the attacker in the stomach. Without any warning, my legs were taken out from under me with a brutal swipe, and my training kicked in. Allowing myself to fall, I twisted at the last second and rolled, bringing the soldier around so he was under me. I saw his face for the briefest second. He was young—too young. Barely out of high school and with his whole life ahead him. A deeper pain, more intense than any kick or punch, sliced at my heart as I brought the dagger down on his chest, ending his life in seconds. Wet warmth hit my face. Springing up, I breathed heavily as I wiped the back of my hand under my chin once and then twice. I didn’t want any of the boy’s blood on me. I turned as Seth caught the last soldier by the neck, slamming him into the floor with enough force to crack the tile, and the man’s spine. His last breath gurgled out a moment later. Seth looked up, his eyes meeting mine. Standing slowly, he hooked his daggers to his thighs and then motioned me forward. Keeping my eyes off the floor, I followed Seth into the hallway on the right. This close, the aether in us acted like a silent guide, pulling us to where Ares was located. We crept down the wide corridor,silent and watchful for any more surprise attacks. It was the same hall that Seth and I had run down once before, except this time it wasn’t littered with bodies. It was disturbingly empty, but there were scuff marks on the once-pristine floors and walls and patches of rust-colored stains every so many feet. Seth saw me looking at the stains. “It was bad here, when Ares first occupied the Covenant. A lot of people put up a fight.” I raised my gaze, wondering how Seth slept at night. He seemed to read the question from my thoughts because he looked away, a muscle thrumming along his jaw. “I don’t sleep, Alex. Not very well or very long.” Part of me wanted to say something reassuring to him, but what could I say? Who knew how many innocent people Seth had ended? And for what? I had no idea how he could atone for that. Or, if he ever found forgiveness in other people, would he ever find it in himself? Drawing in a shallow breath, I moved in front of him. We’d taken a few steps when words echoed down the hall. Familiar ones. I heard Perses’ deep voice taunting Ares, and I almost fell to my knees and started praising every god there was, maybe even a few random celebrities and fictional characters. The relief was that palpable. He didn’t abandon us. Seth gave a curt nod. I never thought he did. I rolled my eyes. There was a moment when you did. Admit it. Whatever. Creeping closer, I stuck to the wall. They were in the ballroom, the very same one where I’d faced off against the furies and killed the pureblood. How fitting, Seth remarked. I shot him a death glare, and he grinned—that cocky, insufferably arrogant grin that had been absent for weeks. My lips twitched in response, but I focused. I was happy that Seth had found his mojo or whatever, but I really didn’t have time to pat him on the head. Five doors, all open, lined the hall before the entry to the ballroom. Fingertips tingling, I peeked inside the first room. Nothing. I inched forward, resisting the urge to bum-rush down the hall. “You can’t beat me, Olympian.” Perses’ voice stopped me for a second. Ares laughed, but it sounded off. Rattled. “Need I remind you that it was I who wrapped the chains around your wrists?” “Only with the help of your brethren,” Perses responded. “The very ones outside this wall, raging a war on your army. I doubt they will help you this time.” He paused. “You’re a fool, Ares. An arrogant fool. Make war for the pure bliss of it, but never make war in order to take control.” What the what? I glanced back at Seth, who shrugged. Why Perses had run off just to lecture Ares was beyond me. Apparently he wanted to get the last word in or something. With gods, it was anyone’s guess. Now two doors away from the ballroom, I was a second from checking the room, when a Sentinel unexpectedly stepped out, startling me. He opened his mouth, about to give away our location. I didn’t stop to think. Springing forward, I grabbed the dagger off my leg with one hand and placed my other over his mouth. Our eyes locked for a brief moment. His blue eyes were unfocused, hazy—a sign of a compulsion. Remorse pricked at my chest, but I slammed the dagger into his chest, above the heart, to the hilt. Seth caught the body, easing it into the floor as I sheathed the dagger. He quickly surveyed the room and motioned me to continue. I stepped carefully around the body, inhaling deeply. It had to be done, Seth said. I know. He glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow arched as if he didn’t believe me, and he was right. Killing aSentinel under compulsion sucked as bad as killing the mortals who were under Ares’ control. All right, I’ll tear myself apart about it later, but for right now, I’m fine. That’s my girl. I frowned. That’s twisted. Letting Seth check the next room, I slid around him. My heart pumped fast. The ballroom was next. Somewhere, the imaginary clock stopped ticking. Seth caught my hand, spinning me around and into an empty, dark room. He pressed me back against the wall, his breath warm against my forehead. Raising my free hand, I was about to punch him in the face when his voice in my head stopped me. Do it. Transfer the power now. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t worried about this moment from the time Seth had suggested it. Even before it, when Apollo had said it was the only way, I’d worried. Seeing how Seth struggled with the allure, with the need that existed between us, I was prepared to knock Seth out and then transfer the power, if necessary. He bent his head quickly, kissing my forehead. Do it, Alex. Full of surprise, I hesitated as I stared into eyes that were identical to mine. I’m not going to fail you, he had said, and he hadn’t been lying. Now, he said again, closing his eyes as he let go of me. My hand trembled as I reached between us, gripping his right hand. “Θάρρος.” Courage. A shock rippled across my hand and shot up my arm, followed by a wealth of warmth. Seth jerked, but remained there, his eyes closed. The tingling ended at my shoulder, and I felt it then, the collapse of fear in my chest replaced by fiery determination. This was right. I would not be stopped. I cupped my hand around his right hand, squeezing it. “Δύναμη.” Strength. A tremble rocked Seth, and another jolt skittered up my right arm, faster than the one before. The warmth turned to heat, and it spread across my shoulder blades. My body hummed. A thousand little pulses hit my muscles, tearing them down and rebuilding them. I felt like I imagined Aiden did—he was the healthiest person I knew, since he lived off of granola, chicken, and working out. I pulled up his shirt and placed his hand over the mark on his flat, hard stomach and whispered, “απόλυτη εξουσία.” Absolute power. Seth gasped, and his eyes flew open. Their amber hue glowed vibrantly, locked onto mine like laser beams. The rush of pure power almost knocked me back against the wall. Every cell in my body fired up, and the marks on my skin burned. “One more,” Seth said in a low, hoarse voice. My entire body trembled as I reached up, cupping the back of his neck. “αήττητο.” Invincibility. The air expelled from my lungs at the same moment it did from Seth’s, and then it happened. Static charged the room as the amber cord appeared around Seth’s upper arm. It spiraled down, entwining over his skin, reaching mine. The blue cord crackled, brighter and more intense than his. The two cords spun, overlapping, buzzing and spitting licks of blue and amber into the air. My hand fell from his neck, but otherwise I couldn’t move. Neither could he. Inside of me, at the base of the cord, something shifted and pulsed. Behind my eyes, a blinding light burst into an array of vibrant colors, receding quickly. Under my feet, the floor moved. My lungs seized as Seth’s head kicked back, the veins in his throat protruding. Afire lit me up from the inside, rushing through my veins at dizzying speeds. It burned sweetly, cool and hot at the same time. Power poured into my chest, causing my heart to sputter and then speed up. Shadows danced over the walls as the cords flared, twisting and becoming one, turning into a brilliant, intense white. My other hand slipped away from him, and my arms rose at my sides as the markson my skin seeped away and reappeared. The now-white cord pulsed once more and then snapped back toward me. Seth lowered his chin, his amber eyes shiny as he met my gaze, and then his gaze dropped. My feet weren’t on the floor. Nope. I was floating again. There was at least four feet between my shoes and the floor, and well, I felt damn good. “Wow,” I said, grinning. Seth’s throat worked. “Wow, indeed.” Moving my hands in front of me, I watched the glyphs slide over my skin. The color seemed sharper. You gonna come down from there? He reached up, catching my hand. Strangely, the cord inside me didn’t jump. I willed myself down. How do you feel? He cocked his head to the side. Okay. I don’t feel different, really. Which meant he was probably still craving akasha, but at least he wasn’t hurt. For a moment there, it hadn’t looked fun for him. How about you? It was hard to describe—the power. I wanted to run straight into a wall because I was pretty sure I could take it on, but I didn’t feel uncontrollable since I wasn’t running into that wall. I feel…great. I feel… There was no fear in my heart, at least not the paralyzing kind. The strength made my muscles twitchy, and I felt ready in a way I hadn’t before. Hours ago, I’d known I had to take on the God Killer power. I’d known I had to face Ares and destroy him, but had I really been ready? No. It had been something I knew I had to do—a duty. Now I was truly ready. I smiled up at Seth, my fingers curling into fists. “Let’s do this.”CHAPTER 25Each step I took was filled with purpose and steely determination. My hands itched for a fight, but my blood sang for the release of the akasha brimming in my veins. Ares was so about to get knocked down a peg or five. In the back of my mind, I realized this was how Seth must’ve felt most of the time—the cockiness, the knowledge that nothing in this realm was more powerful than the First. Until now. I stopped in front of the closed ballroom doors and raised my hands, summoning akasha. Releasing it took nothing. Energy pulsed out from me. I blew the titanium doors right off their hinges, throwing them clear across the ballroom. “Gods,” Seth muttered. Ares and Perses whipped around. Several feet separated them. The Titan’s eyes widened. One of the doors hit the floor and slid, tearing up the marble. The other slammed into Ares, throwing him back against the wall. My lips curled into a wide smile as I stepped into the room. “Whoops. Didn’t see you standing there.” Perses chuckled as he tipped his head back. “And here is the God Killer.” With a battle roar, Ares threw the door off him. It winged through the air, catching Perses in the back and smashing him into the opposite wall. The marble cracked, and half of the wall came down, burying the Titan. I wasn’t worried. Perses was a big boy. He’d get back up. Eventually. Ares wiped his hand over his mouth and scowled, but I could sense the unease in him in that fraction of a second. Perses’ presence had done what we needed—knocking him off his game. “Well, look. The girl is the God Killer.” His all-white eyes spit electricity. “I always knew you were whipped, Seth.” Seth flipped him off. The god laughed as he moved his head to the side, cracking the bone. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy killing you, pretty boy.” “The feeling is mutual.” Seth stepped forward so that he stood side by side with me. “You look lovely,” Ares remarked, turning back to me. “All juiced up, but oh, your face and body look like a road map. Sexy.” Seth stiffened beside me, but I laughed. “Sticks and stones, Ares. I thought you were more mature than that. And more clever. It’s kind of disappointing.” “Disappointing?” Ares gave me a wide smile, but it wasn’t as confident as it had been that day in the dean’s office. “Oh, little girl, God Killer or not, you can’t defeat me. This world will be mine.” “Really?’ I took a step forward, skin tingling. “Is there anything else you want to say? Because I know how you like to give long, boring, and clichéd evil-villain speeches. Can we skip it this time and just get to killing you?” He snarled and threw out his hand. White light pulsed from his palm, arcing straight for me. I spun, moving quicker than I ever had, avoiding the god bolt. He sent another at Seth, but he too was quick on his feet. So over the smack talk, my muscles tensed and I charged the god. He averted my attack at the last minute, but Seth was on him, too. He deflected Seth’s blow, pushing him back as I sprang up behind the god, shoving my foot into the center of his back with all my strength. That kind of kick would’ve taken out a demigod or a mortal, but with Ares, he merely stumbled forward and turned.The look on his face said bitch, please. He swung out and I dipped, but I was an instant too late. His fist caught my jaw, snapping my head to the side. Fiery pain shot across my face. Damn. He could hit. I hadn’t forgotten that, but still. “Ouch,” I said. “Hitting girls isn’t nice.” “But Ares wouldn’t know that, would he?” Seth spun, catching Ares in the leg with a brutal kick. The god stumbled. “After all, I’m pretty sure he’s only gotten lucky with Aphrodite, and everyone gets lucky with her.” Ares threw his arms out. He didn’t touch either of us, but I was suddenly off my
feet and flying backwards. I caught sight of Seth’s shocked expression a second before I slammed into the wall. I hit the floor on my knees, the air knocked out of my lungs. Before I could recover, Ares’ knee collided with my chin, knocking me flat on my back. My head spun as I rolled onto my side. “Not so badass now, are you? Why don’t—?” He stopped, intercepting Seth’s attack. Lightning erupted from Ares’ palm, and my heart spasmed with the first bite of fear since becoming the God Killer. Ares could kill Seth, just like Apollo could kill me. A cry froze in my throat as Seth drew up short, recognition flaring in his amber eyes. He darted to the side at the last second, and the bolt hit him in the shoulder, flinging him backward. My relief was short-lived. Ares grabbed hold of the front of my shirt and hauled me off the ground. He snarled in my face, his features contorting inhumanly. “I will have Olympus and I will rule this realm. There is—” Ares dropped me with a grunt and I hit the floor on my butt, too stunned at first to realize what had happened. Then, I saw it. Perses had recovered and tackled the god like a linebacker. They slid along the floor, tearing up chunks of marble like it was paper. The Titan’s fists rained down, catching Ares over and over again. His punches were faster than the eye could track. Rock ‘em, sock ‘em Titan. As I staggered to my feet, Ares slammed his palms into the center of the Titan’s chest and yelled. The air snapped with power, and a moment later Perses was several feet away, lying in a bloody, twitching heap. While he was down, I started toward Ares, knowing I needed one clean shot—one blast of pure akasha when he was at his weakest to end this. I was halfway toward him when my senses fired up. Seth shouted as he struggled to his feet. Out of nowhere, a freaking daimon came out at me, ragged teeth exposed and veins like tiny black snakes. I so did not have time for this. Engaging the sickle blade, I arced my arm up, catching the daimon at the neck. That was all she wrote. Seth rushed forward, hitting Ares at the waist as he fired off a god bolt at me. Knocked off-balance, his aim wasn’t spectacular. The bolt caught me in the leg, and pain exploded in a rush of wet warmth. Holy Hades, that hurt… I staggered back and then fell as the pain ricocheted down my leg. He threw Seth off him like a Frisbee and sprang up fluidly. On his feet, Ares was a hundred percent focused on me as he stalked forward. I kept my gaze trained on him as I picked myself up, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Red streaked his bare chest, and I felt a surge of satisfaction. “All I need is you,” he taunted. “And you will submit to my will.” And all I needed was for him to keep his creepy god eyes on me, so he could keep talking his smack all he wanted. “Is that so? I think we know where I stand on the whole submission thing.” “We also know how the last time ended when you refused.” Ares spared a quick glance at Perses’still-prone body. He laughed. “This time I know how to get what I want from you.” “Do tell.” I took a measured step back, drawing on akasha once more. It whipped through my veins like white lightning, boiling my blood and burning my body from the inside. The urge to unleash it was almost too hard to deny, but it wasn’t time. Ares’ lips curled into a sneer. “You will do anything to protect those you care for. I could go for that pure-blood of yours. Or how about your father? Both of them are outside, right?” My fingers straightened. Behind him, Seth was on his feet, a Covenant dagger clutched in his right hand. “If you were going to use them, you’d have pulled that card by now, which tells me you don’t quite know where my father is. And you haven’t gotten to Aiden.” “I will,” he promised. “And it’s only a matter of time before they make their way in here. Both will come to your aid, and I know, oh yes, I know you’ll do anything to keep them safe,” Ares said. “And I will kill one of them, and you’ll have to choose. I just need to bide my time.” Seth was almost on him. I allowed myself a smile. “That’s the funny thing about time. You never have as much as you think.” Ares opened his mouth, but his words were cut off by Seth’s dagger. Shoved deep into Ares’ back. The god reared and screamed. “I’m going to kill you!” “It’s a little too late for that,” Seth said, yanking the blade out of Ares’ back. I snapped forward at the same moment Ares threw his arm out, sending Seth flying into the air. Seth hit a pillar with a sickening crunch I couldn’t allow to distract me. Akasha rushed through me, and my vision tinged with white. Ares whirled on me, swaying to the side as I unleashed the purest power in and out of the mortal realm. Throwing my arm out, akasha flared from my shoulder, just like the cord that had connected me to Seth. Spiraling down my arm, it erupted in a burst. Ares tried to move, but he wasn’t fast enough. The bolt of akasha hit him in the center of the chest, and I kept the stream of energy up, throwing everything into the attack. Light crackled and spit into the air. Wisps of fine smoke radiated above the cord. Stalking forward, I kept on him, not giving him a chance to slip away. I could feel the energy in me waning with each passing second, but I gritted my teeth. This was it. There would be no second chances. When the akasha sputtered out, which it would, I would be down for the count. But Ares…he was backing away, still able to walk, and I was weakening fast. I had no idea how much more I had in me or what it would take to truly kill an Olympian. But the stream of akasha pulsed, and then the light weakened. My breath expelled from my lungs harshly as an ache started behind my eyes. Then Seth was beside me, grasping my free hand, and he squeezed. The cord between us reappeared, wrapping around our joined hands. Suddenly, it made sense to me. I drew in a breath, and Seth jerked as if a puppet master had pulled on his strings. The light from the akasha flared intensely, growing until it was too bright to look upon. Pulling from us both, the blast of energy became a white fire. Ares’ fury-filled roar developed into a terror-filled scream. A loud popping sound, like a hundred guns going off at the same time, followed. The akasha faded out, not snapping back to me, but simply fizzling like fireworks vanishing into the sky. I still held onto Seth’s hand, my body shaking as Ares came into view. The gods’ eyes were wide, his arms stretched out at his sides. He tipped his chin down and his mouth opened, but no sound came out. A ball of crackling white light was embedded deep in his chest. The light spread out, following the intricate network of veins until his chest lit up. I took a breath, but it got stuck. Ares lifted his head as the white lines reached across his shocked face, covering his head within a second. He disappeared under the white light.The sound of deafening thunder cracked through the room. The air distorted and rippled, and I saw it coming a second too late. The sonic wave rolled across the room at frightening speed, slamming into Seth and me. It broke my hold on him, splitting us apart, and we flew backward, hit the floor, and slid. An explosion rocked the room, and fine, white dust poured into the air like snow. Starbursts flooded my vision like a thousand bombs going off. And then there was silence. Hands and arms shaking, I rolled onto my side and lifted myself halfway up. The wall across from me was gone. A hole had been blown straight through it, exposing beams and crumbling brick and sunlight. I looked over my shoulder and let out a ragged breath. The spot where Ares had stood was empty. On the floor, the blackened tile formed a perfect circle, like a brand. I knew in my bones that Ares was gone. The blast was a release of his essence, returning it to wherever it came from. Shifting onto my butt, I winced at the ache that consumed my body as I scanned the room for Seth. The white dust had settled like a fine blanket of snow. Near the entrance of the ballroom, Seth lay face-down. I stared at him for a moment, my brain slowly catching up to my surroundings, and when it did, my heart nearly exploded in my chest. Seth wasn’t moving. Oh gods… I staggered to my feet and rushed toward him, ignoring the weakness in my limbs. “No. No. No.” Dropping down beside him, I grabbed his shoulders and rolled him onto his back. “Seth,” I whispered, shaking him. “Seth, come on.” His eyes were shut. Golden lashes fanned cheeks that didn’t move. There was a wrenching feeling deep inside me, a splintering and tearing in my chest that felt so very real. He wasn’t moving. I grasped his cheeks. The marks of the Apollyon—the beautiful blue marks flared under my fingers. No. No. No. I tried our bond to reach him. Seth? But there was no answer, nothing but a low hum. Panicked, I shook him again, and when he didn’t respond, a broken sob racked its way through my body as I dropped my head onto his chest. Grief tore through me—the kind I hadn’t known would be possible to feel again, because I had felt this when I’d held Caleb as he died. No matter what Seth had done, the terrible things he’d started, he’d made it right in the end. And even if he hadn’t, if it had been my hand in the end that brought him down, the pain would’ve still been there. Seth was a part of me—my other half. And I was losing that part. Forever. I can’t breathe. “Neither can I. You’re squashing me.” Jerking back, I let out a startled shriek. Seth stared back at me, his amber eyes slightly unfocused, but he was breathing. He was alive. I smacked him. Hard. “Ow!” Seth rolled onto his side, out of my grasp. “What the hell was that for?” “Don’t ever do that again, you jerk!” I smacked him again, hitting him on the hip. “I thought you were dead!” Seth chuckled hoarsely as he rose onto his knees. “I was knocked out, Angel. Please don’t do that again.” I stared at him, caught between wanting to hit him and hug him. “I hate you.” “I’m going to have to call bullshit on that.” Lifting his chin, he squinted as he looked around. “You did it, didn’t you? Ares is gone.” Sitting back, I followed his gaze. Pillars cracked. Walls destroyed. I nodded slowly. “We did it.” Our gazes locked, and a silly grin appeared on Seth’s face as he extended his hand. I took it, and westood together. Then I remembered a very important, currently MIA Titan. Dropping Seth’s hand, I turned around and scanned the room. Nothing. And Perses was kind of hard to miss, which meant he was gone. The gods weren’t going to be happy about that. “Crap,” I muttered. “He bounced.” “There’s nothing we can do about that now.” Seth pressed a hand against his ribs. A grimace shot across his face. “He’s their problem.” Not true. “He’s our—” The air thickened around us, filling with static. “It’s not going to be their first problem,” I said, letting out a ragged breath as my heart jumped in my chest. In front of the massive hole in the wall, shimmery forms appeared like rays of sunshine, one after another after another. I counted the glowing figures once, then twice. “Oh, crap.” Seth wrapped an arm around my waist. “I’m going to admit this. My eyes are kind of blurry, but there are eleven shiny things surrounding us, right?” I practically plastered myself to him, nodding. There were eleven shiny things forming a wide circle around us. The Olympian Twelve—er, Eleven. Would’ve been twelve if Ares hadn’t been obliterated. My breath caught. Two floated forward, becoming more solid. Lifting my arm, I shielded my eyes. Their light was so bright, so beautiful. For a moment, all I could do was be awe-struck by what I was seeing. “You should have waited before you hit me. I think you broke me,” whispered Seth. “Uh, you’ll be okay,” I said, and Seth’s muscles tensed around me. “So, you think they’re here to congratulate us?” I lowered my arm, watching as the lights took on human forms. A male and female stood before us, their features not so distinguishable yet, but I knew they weren’t Apollo or Artemis. “I don’t think so,” I whispered. “Maybe they’re mad because you’ve been sleeping with a pure,” Seth joked, but his voice was laced with unease. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Really? That’s the reason? It couldn’t be that you took out an entire Council of pures?” A wry smile formed on Seth’s lips. “You’re splitting hairs, Alex.” “Gods, you’re so annoying.” He stepped forward, blocking me from the two closest gods. Rolling my eyes, I moved so that we were shoulder to shoulder. Seth looked down at me. “If I tell you to run, you run.” “No.” I grabbed his hand and held on. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that they weren’t here for him. “We face this together.” The shimmery light faded, revealing the gods around us, but I didn’t see past the one in front of us. A million years could’ve gone by and I never, ever thought I would lay eyes upon him. Zeus was not as I imagined. I’d always pictured this older guy with a potbelly and bushy, gray beard, but that was not what Zeus looked like. Not in the slightest. Dressed in some kind of white, linen pants, his chest and stomach were bare. And ripped—ripped like you could cut your fingers on those abs. The curve of his strong jaw was also bare of hair. He was sublimely handsome, his lips wide and eyes tilted exotically. His features were sharp, breathtakingly angular. I could see a bit of a Titan in him.The only thing my imagination had gotten right was his hair. It was shockingly white. “You did well,” he spoke, his voice as deep and commanding as Perses’. There was no anger in his tone. I knew in that moment, before Zeus even spoke again, that Apollo hadn’t come through. My knees suddenly felt weak, and if I hadn’t been holding Seth’s hand, I would’ve sunk to the floor. “You will be rewarded greatly.” A shudder rocked through me, but Seth…he didn’t understand—he didn’t get what Zeus hadn’t tacked on at the end. “Well, that’s surprising,” he murmured. My gaze darted to the gods, finding Apollo standing next to a somber Artemis. Apollo shook his head no, and my heart sank all the way. I took a jerky step back, my skin turning icy. “Don’t,” Zeus said, his voice level and calm. “This is the only way.” Seth’s grip on my hand tightened. “What’s the only way?” Zeus ignored him. “You know this must be done. We cannot allow a God Killer to exist. The threat is too great, even greater than what Ares posed.” In that moment, I briefly considered trying to take out Zeus, but it had drained everything in me and Seth to kill Ares. It wouldn’t