THIRTEEN
EVA MCRAYNE
I shouldn't have been surprised to find the sun shining as we crossed the waters to Poveglia Island. I should have taken it as a sign that my father was looking out for me. That he would keep his word to be by my side in two days to fight the biggest threat I had ever encountered.
I meant that literally. The pictures I found online this morning of Typhon were only sketches, but he was huge, his head up to the clouds.
I kept telling myself this was going to be fun. I loved a good fight. But there was a weight in the pit of my stomach. One that I couldn't explain.
“You are anxious.”
I glanced up to see that Achilles had come up beside me. He squeezed my hand tightly against the rail when he looked out over the water.
I jerked it away, then wiped it against my jean
