Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
“Fine.” She turns back to the projected map. “Zeus.” She points to the spot in the middle. “Hades.” The next one to the left, a little dock a quarter mile away that’s rarely used by anyone but teenagers. “Me.” Her arm sweeps back to the right to the farthest point. “Poseidon’s people will have to be on each boat.”
“Poseidon himself will be with me,” Zeus says, still sitting in that damn chair as if it’s his throne in Dodona Tower. He doesn’t raise his voice, but he doesn’t have to. “Icarus as well.”
That stops me short. “No. Absolutely not.” No one protested Icarus’s presence for this meeting, but I figured that was because they didn’t see him as a threat. It’s not as if he can call Circe and tell her we’re coming.
He managed to call his past lovers with the aim of blackmailing them.
I ignore that logical voice murmuring in the back of my head. It’s true enough, but I can’t believe Icarus will betray us. Betray me. He might be as good a liar as anyone else in Olympus, but beneath that, he’s scared out of his mind and starting to care deeply for me. I don’t doubt his feelings, not when I’ve seen and heard and felt the evidence. He’s not going to betray us. I’m staking my life on it.
“No, he’s right.” Hades speaks softly, but it still draws every eye in the room. “We’ll be out there for some time before we reach the ships. Plenty of opportunity for him to slip your guard and make a few calls. That won’t happen if he’s on a boat with one of us.”
I’m already shaking my head. “It’s too dangerous. He’s not trained.”
“He doesn’t need to be.” Zeus stands and stretches. “He just needs to sit there and not betray us. It’s easy enough. Right, Icarus?”
I glance down at Icarus. He’s gone waxy with fear, but his dark eyes are determined. That worries me. All of it worries me. I have a suspicion he thinks he has something to prove, and that means he’s going to do something dangerous. “No. If that’s the requirement, then this whole thing is off.”
“Poseidon.” Icarus takes my arm and tugs me a few steps away. I don’t think we’re actually out of earshot, but he doesn’t seem to care one way or another. He steps close and lowers his voice. “You can’t call the whole thing off. This might be your only chance to turn the tide.”
“I don’t care.”
“Yes, you do.”
“Fine, yes I do.” Agitation is a live thing inside me. I want to roar at how unfair this is, at the fact that I already know I’m going to lose this argument. Normally, that would be enough for me to change gears or simply give in, but this is Icarus. I don’t trust that he’s not motivated by some fatalistic bullshit. “You’re injured.”
“Not injured enough to keep me from having pretty athletic sex.” He smiles sadly. “I’m fine. I’ll be okay.”
I don’t believe him. But even as I open my mouth to keep arguing, I remember what happened the last time I left him in someone else’s care. My attention falls to his chest, a chest I am now intimately acquainted with. His bandages might have come off, but the healing wounds there will scar. All because I misjudged a situation and the depth of Polyphemus’s grief and anger. Polyphemus will be piloting one of the boats, but there are others who have plenty of motivation to hate the Vitalis family, and Icarus is the only Vitalis left in Olympus. Theseus hardly counts, even before he fully switched sides after marrying Zeus’s sister.
“Poseidon.” Icarus presses a hand to my chest. “We don’t have time for this. You are going to have to agree. Let’s just find a way to do this right.” His eyes go troubled. “And hope Deo and the rest actually leave.”
“Even if they don’t, we’ll handle it.”
He shakes his head. “It will be significantly more dangerous.”
He’s right, and I can’t lie well enough to comfort him about it. “I don’t like this.”
“Look around, big guy. No one likes it. No one wants to be here. We’re all just playing hero because we’re the only ones who can.” He smirks, looking a little more like the rakish spoiled prince I once believed him to be. “The Thirteen are finally pulling their weight. All it took was a coup to make it happen. Someone better call MuseWatch and alert the presses.”
“Not until after we’ve succeeded and Zeus has abandoned the coup officially,” Athena snaps, proving the entire room was party to this attempt at a private conversation. “If you’re done, there are still several details to finalize.”
Icarus is right. I’m not winning this argument. Not with him and the others firmly in the opposite camp. “Nothing is going to happen to you. I won’t let it,” I whisper.