“You will,” Tragos promised, scaring himself by how much he hoped he wasn’t about to be made into a liar. He hung up, braced himself, and strode through the gym doors. This was not the time to be scared of anything.
The statue of Ares towered over him, Tragos craned his neck up at it as he moved around the base. He did not know if Ares would be willing to help but Tragos knew stronger than anything that keeping this from Ares would be the worst thing he could possibly do.
Instead of reporting in to Lazarus like he was supposed to, Tragos set his bruised jaw and went straight for Ares’ office, banging hard on the door with the heel of his palm.