“Ares?”
“Hm.”
I convinced myself that I was becoming used to his terse hums and grunts. They didn’t put me off and dissuade me from pushing on, in any case. No time like the present to press my advantage - he seemed almost serene instead of his usual self, simmering and smoking.
“When we’re done, when we find all the Olympians, are you taking me back to back to the Mount? Is Zeus going to…?”
Kill me, is what I meant to ask. But it felt too morbid to say if I wanted to preserve the peace of the moment. It wasn’t an argument that I wanted or to throw accusations. Just answers, that was all.
“Yes.”
Oh. Well, that should have been obvious enough. Why had I even asked?
But before I could ask anything else, I saw Ares’s head move slightly as he shifted his gaze to the small waterfalls up
