And just like that, Eurus was gone.
I looked around as if I might catch a parting glimpse of the god, but the sails of the Argus lay lax and half-sagging, a telling sign of his absence. Only the lightest sea breeze disturbed the stillness that curled around us, and we drifted over the water to the slow beat of the waves lapping the hull.
“Two more days, and we’ll be there.” I turned around to look at Ares, fully expecting but also feigning ignorance of the smoldering light that glinted in his eyes. Maybe if I pretended I didn’t see it, then it would go away on its own. “It won’t be long,” I added.
But he said nothing and only continued to stare. I didn’t know how to decipher the granite-hard expression he wore. He was angry, wasn’t he? Eurus had outright insulted him, taunted him. On to
