Jonah had been played.
In the foulest, most f****d-up way possible.
And the messed-up part about it? He didn’t even have time to wrap his head around Persephone’s betrayal. The Shades didn’t see fit to accommodate.
Nothing to do but compensate the adrenaline at the moment.
He also realized something. The Shades that went for Eva and Ulysses were the same old spirit-style ones from the past. But the ones that attacked him and Reena had been Eleventh Percenters once. It was evidenced by their eye colors; the spirit one’s eyes were toxic green, like always, but the other ones had various eye colors. Jonah guessed that they were the colors of the auras before they had sold out to Hades. Misguided dumbasses.
As if he could talk.
“Reena—!”
“I know!” Reena crushed the trachea of one of the
