I hadn’t stepped off the yacht while we were in Mykonos, so the first time my feet hit Greek soil was when we debarked in Piraeus. Poseidon’s battering storms had added two extra days to the journey. And in the split second I stepped off, I felt the Earth tremble under my sandals. The stone beneath my feet cracked violently, sending me to my knees. Rock met bone with a heavy thud, and my eyes slammed shut as the pain hurtled through me.
A snarl escaped my lips as the wounds on my back shook before Vlad and Kide could help me up. A string of expletives shot from my lips, surprising the men beside me, and shocking the patrons on the pier.
Scowls from the Athenians greeted us as we trundled up the ancient thoroughfare into the city proper. The ground continued to splinter under my feet as
