I didn't go to dinner that night. I also didn't go to Zeus's room. I decided it was best to stay in my own room for now.

I laid there, still. I didn't know what to think of Zeus. I mean, in my head, I knew he would've done horrible things, but I guess seeing it with my own two eyes only made it more real. Now when I look at him, I can't stop thinking of the blood.

But I understand that those vampires would've killed me, and the Hellhounds handled it in a way only they knew how, but I could see it wasn't just about revenge or...