I want to understand your place in this puzzle, she might have said.
Instead, Athena replied, "The peace we've brokered today is fragile. I'm trying to understand where all the cracks lie."
She contemplated him a moment – the closed-off stance, the suspicious eyes; she was certain she'd guessed correctly, but he was too disciplined to rise to the provocation. "It was a thorough job. He died a second time, on the return. Suffocation, I assume, or drowning. So I suppose the real question is, does Apollo know you were involved?"
She thought of Apollo, his eyes fixed on Marcie as he'd kissed the hilt of the knife, and how Marcie had screamed don't hurt him, and she felt she could guess the answer to that one, too.