I was convinced that the world had gone crazy. Or that maybe, just maybe, I was still trapped in the Underworld and Hades was messing with my head again. I mean, that made a hell of a lot more sense than the events unfolding in my kitchen.
“Jonathan, you don’t understand. Cyrus started—” I began before Jonah’s mentor held out his hand and my best friend crumpled to a heap at my feet.
“Jonah!” I knelt beside him to shake his shoulder. I got nothing, so I looked up at the Elevenths who had appeared in my kitchen. “Jonathan, what did you do?”
“I need to properly assess him.” The Protector Guide eyed me first with suspicion, then pity. “Is there anywhere I can take him for the time being?”
“His room.” I was shaky as Terrence knelt across from me. “Is he going to be alright?”
“No worries,
