Page 138 of Blood of Hercules
Blood poured from their mouths, eyes, noses, and ears. It covered them in rivers of red. They choked and gagged, unable to breathe.
If they were human, they’d be dead.
As Spartans, they’d live. Unfortunately.
I straddled them. “Spartans don’t hurt women—or I hurt them. Understood? This is just a taste of what I can do.”
Their minds trembled with agony and started to crack. They gagged louder.
I rolled my eyes because I’d barely used my power; their brains weren’t even leaking out their ears.
They were fine.
The sniveling cowards nodded jerkily as they trembled on the floor, suffocating.
I straightened to my full height and brushed off my hands. “You disgust me,” I spat on them, then I stalked away.
“They’re back there,” I said to their mentors and pointed.
Both Olympians bowed to me, terror written across their faces.
I forced my expression back into a mask of calm.
The men relaxed.
Gullible fools.
I turned around and rolled my eyes. Cracking my knuckles, I palmed my gun. I needed to fight a Titan, or I was going to lose it and start torturing Olympians—more so than I already had.
“Domus,” I whispered and pictured the feeling of home.
The world exploded in smoke.
I leaped away.
Narrowing my eyes with confusion, I looked around the quiet forest. A tarp was strewn across branches in a purposeful pattern.I didn’t mean to leap here.
Shrugging, I turned and stalked through the trees.
It would do.
Jumping over the barbed-wire fence of a protected zone, I ventured farther into the woods, searching for my prey.
Kronos, I was so fucking angry.
Alexis Hert is going to be the death of me.
Kharon was right; his plan was the only acceptable path forward.
I’ll tell him later that I agree. We’re going to do it his way.
Things were going to change around here.
They had to.
Aut viam inveniam aut faciam—I shall either find a way or make one.
Otherwise, I was going to lose my mind and people were going to die.
