Throats ripped out. Marcie frowned, unnerved by such a brutal threat. And the connection to someone close to them was discomforting- was it deliberate, to keep tabs on the man who had got rid of his body? She felt distinctly unhappy about it all.
"He didn't follow you here, though?" Just to be sure. She didn't want three bodies found in the morning, their blood painting the walls. "He wouldn't, not with the truce, surely." Apollo wouldn't attack her in her own home again, not with Athena and Aphrodite's protection.
She ran her thumb over the ring Hecate had given her, uneasy.