Sweet Legacy

“Soldiers of the Arms of Olympus.” Gretchen’s expression turns dark. “I’m getting sick of those jerkwads.”

I can’t help but giggle at her calling the army of the gods a bunch of jerkwads—then I immediately cover it with a cough when Gretchen gives me the look of death.

“I thought things were supposed to be better,” I say, “now that Greer’s disconnected from Apollo.”

Gretchen frowns. “They should. Between that and the magical protections, they should not have been able to trace us there.”

“Clearly they have other means,” Cassandra says.

“Well, we need to go somewhere,” Gretchen says.

“Grace’s,” Greer whispers.

“My place?” I ask. “Why?”

Greer’s brow twists. “Because . . .”

“Numbers,” Gretchen says.

I ask, “What?”

“Your apartment building is huge,” she explains. “If they track us there, it will at least take them a while to find your unit.”

“They already did,” I insist. “They were there when Nick and I autoported in.”

“The monster side knows,” Gretchen argues. “They’re probably not sharing their intel with Olympus.”

I suck in a breath. “You’re right.”

“Come on,” Gretchen urges. “Let’s go.”

CHAPTER 25 GREER

When I suggested we go to Grace’s apartment, I hadn’t actually been thinking it would be good cover to be in a multi-unit building. I hadn’t been thinking about the best or safest place to escape to. I had only been thinking about Thane.

Despite the vision I had, I was secretly hoping he’d be here, that he’d have come home.

But as Grace and Cassandra get drinks from the kitchen, I peer down the hallway to where the bedrooms are located. There isn’t a sound other than Cassandra humming and the drumming of Gretchen’s fingers on the dining table. It’s clear that Thane is nowhere around.

He’s off somewhere feeling guilty.

I take a seat next to Gretchen in the dining room, clasping my hands in front of me. For the first time in days—weeks, maybe—I feel like I can take a breath. I shouldn’t feel safer here than anywhere else, but for some reason being in this apartment, in this home, is calming. I can pause and reflect and think about everything that has happened.

Then again, most of what’s happened recently isn’t worth dwelling on. It’s not like I want to look back on that time I died with great fondness. It’s not like I have some great life lesson to learn or divine wisdom to bring back and share with the human world.

No, I got the brilliant advice from the Fates to fight not alone.

What is that even supposed to mean?

You shall see, the woman says.

Who are you? I demand. I’m getting sick of having people in my head, real or not.

That too, she says, you shall see. Soon. Until then . . .

All right. If the voice in my head isn’t going to help, then I’ll figure it out on my own.

Well, at face value, it means we shouldn’t do this by ourselves. It means we shouldn’t face the coming war without help. The three of us can’t do it alone—not facing all the enemies who are out to stop us, one way or another.

We need as many friends on our side as we can get.

The gorgons are gathering our allies, but what if they aren’t enough? If I stop too long to think about the odds against us, I’ll crumble.

This is the absolute worst time for Thane to take off. I don’t care if he’s upset or pouting or beating himself up for everything he’s ever done. We need him, and he bailed.

Unacceptable.

I smack my palms on the table. “Enough.”

I’m all for him taking a little while to pull himself together, especially after something big like seeing the girl he likes die or telling his sister he was sent to kill her. Thane gets a little leeway for that. But we’re in the middle of epic things right now, and we don’t have time to indulge in self-pity. We don’t have time to indulge in anything.

None of us do.

There are too many things—too many gods and monsters—working against us. We need to be gathering numbers, not letting them spread out.

I turn my attention on Gretchen.

“You should go find Nick.”

“What?” she asks, twisting her head and gaping at me like I’m a talking dog.

“We might need him,” I explain, “and you obviously care about him.”

“I—”

“Don’t deny it. We can all see it.” Now that I’ve started, I’m gathering steam. I resist the urge to pat her hand. “I saw the look on your face as he got dragged into the abyss. I saw you dive in after him without a moment’s hesitation.”

“We needed him.”

“You needed him,” I correct. “You still do.”

She stares at her hands. I wonder what she sees there—the hands of a girl who’s hunted more monsters than she can count? Or the hands of a girl who cares about a boy more than she’d like to admit, even to herself?

“If it were me or Grace,” I say, “you wouldn’t stop until you’d found us.”

“It’s not you,” she argues.

“He’s just as much a part of this,” I continue. “Only he’s in it by choice, which makes him all the more valuable.”

She finally lifts her head, and the look in her eyes is a tumultuous mix of hope and fear, doubt and certainty. For someone like Gretchen, with her history, the kind of emotion she feels for Nick is dangerous, a liability. But she’s tempted.

One little push could send her over the edge.

I think a little subtle manipulation is called for here.

If she thinks I had a vision about Nick, implying that I’ve already seen how important he will be, then maybe she’ll stop fighting her feelings and go after him. Besides, how do I know that we don’t need him? He could be the crucial piece to the final puzzle.

“We still need him,” I say, choosing my words carefully. I casually rub my finger across my temple. “He’s important.”

She scowls at me, and at first I think I’ve gone too far. She looks angry, like she might shove back from the table and storm away.

Then she shocks the sugar out of me by saying, “I know.”

“You do?” I flinch, then regroup and say, “Good.”

“But I don’t even know where to start.” She tilts back in her chair. “He could be anywhere. He could be —”