ZEUS

The moment I step into the Haven, I already know he’s waiting.

The rain has soaked me through. My hair clings to my forehead. My boots leave a trail of dirty water on the marble floors, and my clothes reek of frustration and blood and bad decisions.

I don’t even get past the damn foyer.

“Another mess, Zeus?” comes the voice I’ve been preparing myself for since the moment Crimson Ridge went sideways.

I close my eyes. Just for a second. I turn slowly toward the base of the stairs.

My father stands tall, arms crossed, face carved in that eternal mask of calm disappointment. The firelight gilds his...