ZEUS
I move down the corridor, my mind reeling, calculating. Even though I refused Father’s plan to kill Iris, I know the threat still looms. He wouldn’t let it go. They would find someone else to do the job and I won’t be needed anymore.
I need to do something, something bold, to stay in Father’s favor but make sure I stop their plan to kill Iris at the same time. I veer off toward Darian’s chambers instead of mine.
The door’s cracked, light spilling out. I push it open and find him there: seated on the king-sized bed, one knee drawn up, a glass of whiskey in hand, staring at nothing. His silhouette is sharp in the window’s moonlight; shadows trace his face. He doesn’t turn when I enter. The room is a chaos, papers everywhere, maps flipped, chairs knocked over. A lamp leaning precari
