I smile—no, I don't. My jaw tightens until it aches. I taste iron on the back of my tongue. Poseidon can have his pretty words, his marble voice, and his fake smiles. He can have his stupid temple and his glittering sand. He does not get Zeph.
I shove myself up from the glowing sand. The mark on my arm pulses again—slow, taunting—a trident, like a needle under my skin.
My f*****g father-in-law decided to f*****g mark me, and he doesn't understand how f*****g pissed I am.
I swear, once I find his freaking trident, I'm going to shove it up his—
I shook my head and took a deep breath.
I know I'm pissed, but this isn't the time to threaten him. I had to find where Zeph is.
I start walking toward the coral temple. Every step kicks up little motes of light that crawl across my shoes lik
