Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
Returning her to the Dimitriou women. Or at least three of them. He could have sent someone else to do it. Even if the bridge looks clear enough, there’s always the possibility of an ambush or an enterprising sniper. But this is Hades, and gods alone know he’ll always do the honorable thing, even if it’s foolish to the point of suicidal.
Even so, there’s an element of relief in knowing her body will be cared for. I didn’t like Demeter much, but what she did in the end was brave. Her sacrifice ensured Circe won’t be able to hold the citizens of Olympus captivated again. It might even mean the Thirteen will have no hope of regaining power. That kind of sacrifice can actually mean something if it’s the right person being martyred.
Selfish asshole that I am, I’m glad she did it before Hecate could get it into her fool head to try something so finite. I don’t think it would have worked, even if she’d followed the exact steps, said the exact words. Hecate as Hermes might be enjoyed by Olympus, might be downright beloved for the entertainment she offers, but she doesn’t have a reputation for taking care of people the way Demeter does.
My nose tingles, pulling me back to the present. It takes a moment to place the scent beginning to permeate the air. Smoke. Once I place it, I can see it, too, small plumes rising a few blocks over. “Fuck,” I say for what feels like the hundredth time. I pull out my phone, and after a quick internal debate, I call Eurydice. I don’t expect her to pick up, not after the events of the last few hours, but she does. Her voice is thick with tears, but her words are steady enough. “What?”
“The mob has turned into a riot.” A mob is dangerous enough, but a mob has a purpose, a goal. A riot is chaos and violence, and there’s no way to combat it. You simply have to ride it out and hope you survive. “It’s only a matter of time before they return to the bridge.” Are they out of their minds enough to throw their bodies against the barrier until it comes down? I don’t even know if it can come down from a sustained physical assault. We’re in uncharted territory, which is strangely familiar even if I don’t know the rules.
“I’ll pass on the information.” She sniffs. “I have to go.”
“Eurydice.” I expect her to hang up on me, but she pauses, waiting for me to continue. “I’m sorry about your mother. If I could have saved her, I would have.” We did what we could, destroying the speakers, shooting at Antigone when she rounded on Demeter, but it happened so fast.
“I’d like to believe that.” There are voices in the background, the sound of someone sobbing. “I have to go.” She hangs up.
I stay up on the roof for another twenty minutes, trying to pinpoint exactly where the riot is taking place. I think it’s on the move, heading toward the center city. It’s not quiet, so hopefully people are getting out of the way and seeking shelter.
Advice I should take for myself. I note the smaller bands roaming the streets closer to me and then descend to the ground level and slip out onto the street. It’s quick work to make it back to Hecate’s safe house and key in the code. After ensuring the door is firmly locked behind me, I head upstairs.
As I reach the door, I find myself holding my breath. What am I about to walk in on? Surely they’re too exhausted to get up to sexual shenanigans. But if they’re not…
Since the alternative is sleeping in the hall, I grit my teeth and walk into the apartment. Hecate and Circe are in the exact same positions I left them, curled in blankets and passed out cold.
I give them a quick check to ensure nothing has changed for the worse. Both seem to be a normal temperature now and both are breathing steadily. Good.
The bedroom is barely large enough for the queen-size mattress and box spring that sit on the floor. I run my hand over the sheets and smile a little. This place might be dingy as shit, but trust Hecate to ensure there’s a high thread count on her bed.
I take a quick shower and resign myself to washing my clothes again, along with theirs. At least I find the closet stocked. It’s honestly amusing to see the Hermes costume of glitter and bright colors next to the more utilitarian black of clothing Hecate wears when she gets up to no good. She only has her size, but at least there are underwear and shit like that in the tiny cabinet shoved into the bottom of the closet. I roll my eyes and pull on a T-shirt that ends up tight and cropped and a pair of underwear that barely covers the necessities. Still better than walking around naked or in one of the threadbare towels.