Apollyon

So I needed to play with some dogs, beat up a company of guards, andcall the Ghostbusters? And I needed a guide? Okay. This didn’t sound too bad.

I smiled. “I know just the person.”

CHAPTER 18

“Caleb,” Olivia whispered, speaking for the first time. When I nodded, she shot to her feet. “I want to go.”

Apollo arched a brow. “Two people sneaking into the Underworld trying to find one soul among millions is insane and dangerous. No one else can go.”

Olivia turned her wide, pleading eyes on me. “I have to go then. It has to be me. I need to—”

“And that’s why it ca

Her hands curled into fists at her side. “How is that any different than Aiden? He’ll be focused on Alex!”

I slid the person in question a look, but Aiden had the same expression that Apollo did. There might be a lot of tears and pleading, but there would be no debate.

“And that’s what we need,” Apollo said, almost gently. For a moment, I was almost convinced that he pitied her. Not in a bad way, but like he could sympathize with her, which would be amazing since gods were really lacking in the empathy department. “There’s no guarantee that they will even find Caleb, but either way, we need Alex to come back out of the Underworld with the information we need. Alive.”

Some of the other gods probably didn’t feel that way.

Apollo’s gaze settled on Aiden again. “You would give your life for her?”

I didn’t like that question at all and I opened my mouth, but Aiden answered without hesitation. “Yes.”

The god nodded. “I know you would too, Marcus, but Aiden would…”

Marcus looked less-than-pleased but nodded. “I know what you mean.”

A bitter taste crawled up my throat as my heart turned over heavily. Going into the Underworld would be insanely dangerous, and the idea of Aiden risking his life scared the crap out of me, but as my gaze fell over the room, I knew that out of everyone there he was the most skilled.

Realizing that she wouldn’t be able to change anyone’s mind, Olivia said nothing as she walked out of the room, head high. Sorrow panged in my chest, as potent as the fear. It wasn’t fair. I wished that Caleb and Olivia could have had one more moment together before all their future moments were stolen from them.

After Olivia’s exit, plans were quickly made for our departure. The group would stay behind, as was safest for them, and Aiden and I would leave in the morning for… Kansas. Other than an apparent Underworld gate, I had no idea what was in Kansas. Hay bales? Dorothy?

“There’s something else,” I said to Apollo after the group scattered. Aiden remained behind, closing the door, seeming to know what I intended to tell Apollo.

“I can’t wait to hear,” Apollo said dryly.

I took a deep breath. “I saw Seth yesterday.”

Apollo’s brows slammed down as he opened his mouth, but no words came out. Maybe I should have clarified. “What I mean is,” I said quickly, “kind of.”

“Kind of?”

I nodded. “He was able to pull me… inside my own head. It looked and felt real, and it was like I was dreaming… but I wasn’t.”

His eyebrows began to lift. “That makes no sense, Alex.”

“She was talking with Lea and started to get a headache right before it happened, like before, when she was on the Elixir,” Aiden explained, since obviously I couldn’t form a coherent sentence. “Alex fainted—”

“I didn’t faint,” I grumbled, feeling my cheeks flush.

Aiden’s lip curved up on one side. “Okay. She was suddenly not walking or talking anymore. During that time, she saw Seth. Apparently, he used Hermes to pull her in.”

“Hermes?” Apollo hissed—actually hissed like an angry lion. “That little, punk-ass bitch.”

My brows rose.

“I actually felt somewhat bad about stealing his helmet and melting it down.” Apollo sounded indignant. “Hermes won’t be helping Seth anymore.”

It was hard not to laugh when Apollo got all butt sore, but somehow I managed. “By the way, when did you steal his helmet?”

Apollo shrugged. “A couple of days ago.”

“Do you think that’s why he might have helped Seth?”

“Hmm…” Apollo’s face screwed up. “Good point. Anyway, did Seth tell you anything?”

Geez. “He didn’t really say anything important. I have this feeling he was really just testing it out, but if you can stop Hermes from helping, then it shouldn’t be a problem.”

A muscle flexed in Apollo’s jaw. “Can he transfer power in this state?”

“No. And he can’t read my thoughts.” I leaned against the wall, smothering a yawn. “It seems more like an a

“It’s more than an a

“He sees it as a ‘violation’,” I explained, upon seeing Apollo’s puzzled look. “But it could be worse.”

“As in him doing something like that when you’re in the middle of a battle or in the Underworld?” Apollo asked.

“Well…” I frowned.

“I’ve been thinking,” Aiden continued. “We know Hermes helped, but it has to be more than that or Seth would have done this the moment you broke the co

“Makes sense. I guess I just need to get my beauty sleep.”

Aiden looked unimpressed. “That’s the best theory I can come up with.”

“It does make sense.” Apollo stretched his head to the side, his striking face tense with a

“Like a crappy two-way radio,” I muttered.

“Exactly. And especially if Hermes created a path to you.”

I so did not like the sound of that.

Apollo smiled at Aiden then. “Needless to say, I think you know how important it is to stay close to Alex.”

“Like you even have to point that out,” Aiden responded.

Apollo smirked. “The trip to the Underworld isn’t going to be easy, and that’s not even taking into consideration Alex’s newly-acquired narcoleptic tendencies.”

I rolled my eyes. What part of “wasn’t asleep” did they not understand?

“And if this happens again, you may not believe he can glean any important information, but you need to be careful that you do not let on to what you are doing, especially your new mission.”

“I know,” I said, staring at the worn chair next to the god. “I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know what Solaris was pla

Neither of them looked convinced.

“Okay, back to the bigger problem at hand. The one I can sort of help you with.” Apollo strode over to the desk, finding a piece of paper and pen. “The Stull portal should place you beyond the entrance to the Underworld, at the begi

I crept closer, peering over his shoulder. He was drawing a map. I recognized “Styx.” The rest I figured I’d recognize if I’d paid attention in class.

“There will be tu