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“—the Celtic god Nuada—”
“I’m not listening.”
“—who is associated with the Romano-British Mars-Nodens—”
“I’m begging you.”
“—who many scholars equate with the Greek god Ares.”
“Goddamnit, Pritkin! Jonas can’t be right, okay? He can’t!”
“I am not saying that he is. However, it seems strange, if, in fact, this was caused by animus, that she would apologize and tell David that ‘they’ were making her do it.”
I dug out another antacid.
Caleb cursed. “And yet knowing that this thing might be after her, you still bring her out here!”
“Better than somewhere it would be likely to look!”
“Wait,” I said, crunching chalky cherry crap and trying to think. “Is David sure that’s what she said? Didn’t he say he was lousy with the language?”
“Yes. Which is why I had one of our linguists visit him. She couldn’t be certain, not having heard the words herself, but she said David seemed to have the gist of it.”
“Okay, but still. ‘They’ made her do it.” I held out the scary-ass image. “Who makes something like this do anything?”
“Her father, presumably.”
Damn it, I’d known he was going to say that.
“But Ares isn’t here! None of the gods are here!”
“Well, it looks like this one is,” Fred pointed out. “And how’s that work, exactly? I thought all of them were kicked out way back when.”
“They were,” Pritkin told him tersely. “But demigods have a human, or in this case, a Fey, parent, giving them an anchor in this world. The spell banishing the gods did not affect them.”
“Yet knowing a god or half god or whatever the hell might be after her, you bring her out here anyway,” Caleb said, beating that dead horse for all he was worth. I had to give it to the guy; he gave new meaning to “single-minded.” “Where she’s completely defenseless!”
“She is hardly defenseless—”
“Thank you,” Jules said indignantly.
“I’m with her. And whatever that thing was, it can pass right through wards. Meaning she would be no safer at HQ than at the suite. I told Jonas I would ask Cassie where she wanted to go and—”
“Yeah,” Caleb said sourly. “And he told me he wants her someplace secure!”
“She will be—”
“As soon as we get her back to the suite,” Jules butted in.
“She’s not going back to that death trap of a suite,” Caleb snapped. “And that’s final!”
“It’s not a death trap,” I protested.
“It is if you can’t shift away! As I explained to that thickheaded vampire, leaving you in that place, much less drugged and insensate, was virtually asking for another—”
“You talked to Marco?” Pritkin said sharply.
“Yes, we—”
