Melpomene watched the blood drain from Marcie's face and there was absolutely no sympathy there, no will at all to share what suddenly felt like private knowledge; that Kaden hadn't quite been dead. No, Marcie did not get to know that, there was no appeal that Melpomene would accept. "He fucked with Ares," she said, hands gripping the doorframe so hard her arms felt locked in place. "No one walks away from that. Tragos didn't, neither did Kaden." It felt like the ground lurched a little when she mentioned Tragos' name. Lurched in the direction of the living room, near the bookcase. Like the floor might crack open and swallow them all up.