"This whole place is made out of stone."
Scylla gave me a withering look. "And?"
I didn't know what to say to that. Wasn't it obvious? "Then how are we inside Charybdis? This place is a labyrinth."
She gave me an impatient shake, waving to and fro the tentacle that held me up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ares's face harden, but I gave him a glancing look to let him know not to agitate the situation. Scylla wasn't trying to hurt me - not right now, at least - and I was more interested in learning what she knew than in trying to antagonize her any further.
"Don't you know anything? What, does Ares like his women a little bare between the ears, too?"
I quashed the blush that threatened to rise to my cheeks and focused on prodding her for answers instead. "I don't understand," I in
