IRIS

I storm out of the building, barely remembering to shut the study room door behind me. My heart is hammering in my chest, my thoughts spinning. Zeus. Darian. Me.

Of all the people who could have told Zeus about the mark… only one name sticks.

Daisy.

She’s the only other person who knew. The only one I ever trusted with something that fragile. And now? Now, everything is unraveling. Darian’s being cornered, Zeus is playing a game I don’t understand, and I feel like a pawn someone’s moving without my permission.

I don’t hesitate. I don’t text. I don’t call. I head straight for the art building, my boots...