The walk back to the Olympus Rising compound took twenty minutes. Maki spent most of it complaining about the quality of the city's rat population and making increasingly graphic threats about what she'd do to the next person who looked at her funny.
I barely heard her.
My head was full of equations and diagrams and the face of a man I'd never met who'd apparently decided before I was born that his son would make an excellent guinea pig for interdimensional soul transplantation.
Thanks, Dad. Really appreciate the heads up.
The pendant pulsed against my chest. Warm now. Natalia had been listening to everything through our bond, and I could feel her processing the information with the same cold fury she brought to everything else. She wasn't angry at me for once. She was angry at the world that had shaped both of us into weapons without our consent.
That made two of us.
