Page 127 of Zeus' Spark
I mean, that’s why we’re here, right? To protect our home. The academy isn’t a home, but at the same time, it is, and I will be damned if I’m going to let it fall. Even if a damn dryad tries to get in my way.
“It was that way. In the rocky areas of the mountain. There’s a cave that feels really off.” She shivers with unease.
“She pointed east.” Greyson scratches at his head, staring down at the compass in his hand. “I was sure we needed to go north.”
I turn to the north and peer at the other outcropping of rocks, wondering once again if the dryad is trying to steer us in the wrong direction.
She’s afraid of Zeus though, so she wouldn’t dare try to stop us from going farther toward our goal, right?
I shrug. “We haven’t felt anything so far, but she has. I say we go where she told us to.”
I don’t particularly like the dryad, but that’s beside the point. She has experience and information that we don’t.
She’s genuinely scared of what I might do to retaliate, so I have no choice but to trust her and her directions.
“Agreed,” Jayden says, and I scowl at him.
He better not just be agreeing with me to get back on my good side. I’m so over his damn games.
I stomp in the direction the dryad pointed with Raven at my side, eyeing me warily.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing.” She shrugs. “I just think you’re being a little harsh.”
A frustrated scream attempts to bubble up, but I push it down. “I’m not being harsh. I’m reckless, remember?”
“I am too, according to him.” She chuckles, but there’s nothing funny about this. “Guys with egos as big as Jayden’s have issues with women doing anything better than them.”
Why isn’t she angrier with the son of Hades? He did call us both reckless. Is that the way Greyson feels too?
I peer over at the shifter and narrow my eyes, but he’s stomping ahead and staying alert. Every so often, he sniffs the air, as if he’s searching for any scent that could be a possible threat.
“That doesn’t excuse his fucking words,” I growl. “I finally trusted him enough to try to have something with him, only to find he doesn’t trust me. He’s playing games, and I’m over it.”
I step carefully over the rocky ground as we pick our way into the outcropping of rocks.
She doesn’t say anything else, and I’m thankful for that.
I’m in a horrible mood, and any more prodding on this is just going to make everything worse.
The mountain inclines, and we pass several small caves. There still isn’t any magic like mine buzzing over my skin, and I worry that we made the wrong choice climbing over the peak of the mountain.
“What the fuck?” My eyes widen as I peer down into the valley below. “Tell me that is not what it looks like.”
“Fuck, this is bad,” Raven breathes. “What the fuck are we going to do?”
The valley below us is packed with monsters that seem to be waiting for something.
Every monster from Greek mythology, and several others that don’t quite fit, are standing in the valley of grassy hills and staring at a cave.
Are they waiting for instructions from the psycho that brought them back, or is there some other reason they’re stock-still?
Fuck, there are way too many of them. What the fuck are we going to do?
Is this why we didn’t see any monsters when we got here?
They all seem to be protecting something.
