Page 117 of Until the End of Ever
"I believe that's my job," Ronan said, stepping around me, then Silver and Gideon.
To my confusion, he wrapped his arms around Gideon's waist. "Hold on. Damn, you're heavy."
"Hey—" Gideon started, but seconds later, he was screaming at the top of his lungs as the insane man just stepped off the edge.
Before I could yell, I watched the man defy gravity, racing forward to the platform we could see in the distance. And in a blink, Ronan was back again, wincing. "My lower back is going to need some love after that."
"Wait until you try me," Silver said.
Ronan stared doubtfully. Then he tried to lift her up. Twice. She didn't so much as budge.
"Let's try it another way. I think I can jump about a third of the way. With momentum, if you push me two or three times in the air, I should make it."
"You canwhat?"
Silver shrugged. "I don't judge your weird, so don't judge mine."
The man who could literally fly seem to understand the wisdom in that. "Fair, fair. Let's try you last, then."
Ronan took Lucky and I together, one in each arm. "I feel like the lucky one, flanked by such beautiful women."
We'd joined Gideon in no time, and in the distance, I could see two golden statues, which seemed immense here. They must be taller than skyscrapers from up close.
"All right, your turn," Ronan called to Silver.
My friend retreated in the tunnel and started to run to build up some momentum.
I'd never seen Silver push herself, frankly. As a general rule, she avoided it, happy to pretend to be just a normal-ish girl. A little too heavy, a little too strong, but not particularly special.
We were all disabused of that impression as her leap carried her past Ronan and she crash-landed next to us so hard the ground shook, sparks under the sole of her sneakers.
I stared in disbelief.
The worst part was that she didn't seem in any way affected, as if mile-wide jumps were part of her usual workout regimen.
I knew that on her day off, she went out to the mountain alone for what she called some real exercise. Was that the sort of thing she did?
"Damn, Silver."
"All right. Maybe we can judge my weird a little," she admitted.
"How come I'm the one with angry divinities after me? Zeus should be frightened of you."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, the Thunder Guy is terrified of people who can beat him at arm wrestling and outrace him."
"It's not normal, though. I don't think you understand how impossible it is for someone to do that kind of jump without magic," Ronan told her.
"I stopped worrying myself over whys and hows a long time ago. I am what I am. We're in a hurry, right?"
She obviously wanted us to drop the subject, and she had a point about our schedule, so we all kept walking. And walking, and walking.
"I miss my coat," Ronan muttered.
It got colder and colder as we approached the twin statues, though I started to suspect the source of the cold wasn't the time or location so much as the fact that I could see shades queuing in the distance.
"Here," Gideon said, tossing him his own leather jacket.
Ronan looked weird with such modern attire, given how he seemed to favor clothing two centuries out of date, but he muttered his thanks and put it on.
