Tragos frowned. He hadn't expected honesty, and he certainly hadn't expected her to admit to ditching this truce (the truce that saved Marcie's life) depending on... What?
It worried him. How much danger was Marcie still in? Was Apollo likely to be an underhanded sneaky fucker and try to get to her again? He cast his eyes towards her door and they lingered. He wanted the doctors to confirm she would live, wanted her in his arms again.
Fuck Apollo. He couldn't break this truce if Tragos killed him again. Chucked him into the East River weighed down with something he couldn't fight out of. Drowned over and over, forever out of their way. (And if Ares found out? And if Melpomene did?)
And what circumstance would it take to make Athena break the truce?
Tragos watched Athena, trying to understand her, to get more out of her than she got out of him. There were so many unknowns. Athena (he reckoned) seemed less unknowable than certain others. "And Hecate?" He lifted an eyebrow in the direction she'd gone, this woman he'd killed who had done nothing in retaliation but watch him.