Ares cursed a blue streak and turned to punch a fist into her wall. That asshole, that fucking rat- First he’d cheated his way into the War Dogs, cheated his way into Melpomene’s pocket, cheated his way into Ares’ good side, cheated into taking Ares’ daughter- “You!” he hissed, looking down the hallway at the terrified girl, and he lunged for her, grabbing her arm and dragging her, all unwilling, into the room.
“No- Marcie gasped, and then her whole world slid sideways as that rushing tide sucked the last of the sand from beneath her feet.
The edge of the sofa hit her body as she staggered into it. All of the air in the room had been sucked out, and she leaned breathlessly, gripping the fabric like it was a lifebelt in the ocean as time slowed around her. Ares and Melpomene faded out as her vision blurred around the edges.
Tragos was dead.
Dead.
How-
but...
...no
She was shaking and clutching the sofa, her face white as she stared at him, too scared to move or speak or do anything as her chin trembled and tears slipped down her face and her pulse rushed in her head.
Tragos was dead. Tragos was dead. Tragos was dead.