Page 116 of Bonds of Hercules
So much fucking rage.
Every second that Alexis refused to talk to me, the madness grew.
Seething inside my chest, the urge to slaughter, destroy,maimwas mounting. There was nothing that could put out the fire, and it was becoming harder to pretend that I was a reasonable man.
Kharon stalked inside the room.
His pupils were blown, eyes full of fury, because he wasn’t going to be able to watch Alexis sleep tonight.
We both pretended he didn’t have a problem.
“You ready?” Kharon asked as he stared at my hands. “The plan’s still on?”
I dropped the gasping Olympian doctor to the floor.
The purple owl of the House of Athena was embroidered on his white coat; dark hair was a tangled mess around his withered face; green eyes darted around wildly.
My finger marks were stark around his pale throat.
“Last chance,” I said calmly, as I flexed my knuckles. “What have you heard about why the Titans are mutating? What do the Olympians know?”
The doctor shook his head. “I told you.Nothing.Nobody knows why they—”
I engaged my powers.
His head rocked back—eyes exploding—limbs sprawled as he slumped unconscious.
Kharon arched his brow.
I smiled.
For the first time in weeks, my headache abated, and a sense of peace settled over me.
“Whatever.” Kharon stepped over the Olympian. “Let’s go.”
He held out his tattooed arm—I grabbed it.
“Domus.”
It took a second for my eyes to adjust to the new brighter light.
The sun hung low on the horizon, setting in streaks of vibrant pink. Birds flew overhead, and insects chirped. The air was crisp and scented with wet earth.
Location:trailer park, bumfuck Montana.
I cracked my neck with anticipation. The site was a reminder—Alexis hid from us that she was partially deaf. Someone was going to pay.
My headache started up again, worse than before.
It was time to get answers, and where Alexis grew up was the perfect place to start.
I wiped wetness off my face, my fingers covered in scarlet.
All this time, Alexis couldn’t hear out of one ear. During the fucking crucible, we screamed at her while she—
I needed to stop thinking about it.
Struggling to breathe, to calm myself, to tamp down the madness, I tried to focus on our mission.
