Page 129 of Zeus' Spark
I need to find a way down to the valley and across without being seen or fucking scented by the rabid beasts.
“Beth,” Raven whisper-shouts from behind me.
I stop, letting her catch up. “What?”
“We can’t split up yet. We need to come up with a plan. A distraction. Something to get you into that cave.”
“You can’t distract hundreds of monsters without putting you all at risk.” I huff as I sit on a nearby boulder and scrub a hand over my face.
“So what? You’re the only one who can risk everything?” Raven asks angrily.
My head snaps up, and I lock eyes with her furious gaze.
Well, shit.
I didn’t think that Raven would be mad over this, but this situation is terrifying.
“Fair point. What do you think we should do, Miss Strategy Is My Middle Name?” I try to joke, but it falls flat.
Raven raises an eyebrow at me her arms crossed over her chest.
She’s still angry with me. “We need the guys. Come on. No more pouting.”
“I am not pouting. I was looking for a way down the mountain that won’t draw attention to me.” I cross my arms over my chest, glaring at the rocky ground.
“Sure you were,” she teases.
I stick my tongue out at her, and she giggles.
We stroll back to the guys, but dread fills me. I can’t let them be a distraction for me.
Fear that’s almost paralyzing washes over me as a breeze brushes my face.
It’s blowing into the valley. That cannot be fucking good.
I straighten my spine and widen my eyes. What the fuck. Why would the gods fuck with us like this?
“What are they doing?” Greyson asks, looking over into the valley below.
I scramble to the edge and gasp as they all collectively look in our direction.
“The wind changed. They smelled us. So much for staying away from the bastards,” I whisper, even though they already know we’re fucking here.
“What the fuck are we going to do now?” Raven asks as she grabs her ax from her back.
I touch my lightning bolt on my necklace, and my whip appears in my hand.
“We don’t have a choice. We run like Hades and fight anything that catches up to us.” Jayden grabs my arm, pushing me back.
I don’t shove him away like I want to because we are in deep shit right now.
“Fuck, we are in so much trouble,” I say.
Greyson starts stripping as we run through the rocks and trees. He has his brass knuckles on his hands.
I turn away, watching the trees in front of me so he can shift into his wolf.
I will never get used to that.
