Page 13 of Midwinter Night's Prince

If she were in Oldcrest, she would have had access to books—and to immortal teachers.

She typed "omega symbol", just to start with something.

The first result read: “Omega (uppercase Ω, lowercase ω) is the 24th and last letter of the Greek alphabet.”

She paused for a moment.

She'd focused on the history of the omega itself rather than its origin.

Omega was a Greek letter.

There was only one Greek pantheon. Possibly the most widely known pantheon in the world.

Changing tactics, this time Blair typed "Olympus symbol" . Dozens of pictures showed up on her screen. Coins, vectors, and drawings. Every single one of them was an omega.

"Shit."

She examined the hilt of the blade again, seeing it in a new light. The snake. Kronos's emblem. The cornucopia. Rhea's. Zeus's oak tree. A horse for Poseidon, Hades's chariot. Every single one of the carvings on the weapon represented one of the seven major gods—or their notorious parents, the Titans.

This meant two things.

Firstly, Seth had given her a fyriron blade. A god killer, worth more than the GDP of an average country.

And secondly? He wasn't a just a demigod. He was an Olympian.

And she was screwed.

She breathed in and out, forcing herself to calm down.There were Olympians and Olympians, after all. Maybe Seth had been spawned by someone minor from the pantheon. Maybe he was the son of a nymph, like Achilles was.

Except Blair knew from Cat that they shared a mother, which meant that the divine gene came from his father.

A satyr?

Her heart beat hard against her chest, refusing to submit. She couldn't lie to herself. If she knew one thing, it was that Seth was too powerful for this world. He was…

With a start, Blair focused on one symbol—one she'd mistaken for three different signs. The cross and its arrows. XII. Twelve.

She swore out loud.

Olympians didn't make babies on Earth anymore. They just didn't. The entire pantheon had been locked out of here thousands of years ago.

Except…

She knew for a fact there was at least one Olympian scion raised on Earth: the Immortal Wolf, Knox, had talked about her just months ago. Tria, daughter of Hades. A girl who could raise the dead with a flick of her wrist.

So, so screwed.

It could have been worse, she told herself. The Olympians were child's play compared to their parents, the Titans.

What a load of bullshit. The Titans had either been killed by their children, left this part of the known universe, or grown bored with mortals long ago. The Olympians were, by definition, the very worst thing a witch could face.

Noneof the twelve Olympians were minor gods. The vampire race had been created by the mortal wife of Dionysus—arguably the least dangerous among the twelve—simply because they'd shared a little blood now and then. And Seth could have been directly fathered by one of them. A male.

Mechanically, Blair forced herself to run through the options. Hades was out, presumably. Unless he'd been really busy a couple of decades back. Then there were his more illustrious brothers, Zeus and Poseidon. The lesser, yet still entirely terrifying prospects were the children: Apollo, Ares, Hephaestus, Hermes, and of course, Dionysus.

The last one made an obscene sort of sense. Dionysus had indirectly fathered vampirekind in his image.Ariadne would be thoroughly pissed to hear he'd been fucking another vampire lady, so that could be why Seth kept the identity of his father under wraps.

Dionysus. Bacchus. Blair closed her eyes and pictured Seth seated on a throne of bone, wearing a mask made from the skull of a bull. Around him, hundreds of bodies danced and sang and fucked as blood poured like wine.

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