SIXTEEN
EVA MCRAYNE
This was it. My own personal D-Day was beginning. I’d been in plenty of fights before. My mouth got me into plenty of them. And I had done what I needed to do to survive. But I was pretty damn sure this was the first time I would have to fight wearing armor. I glanced down at myself. Running my palms over the sleek white material. I had no idea what it was made of.
Hephaestus had done his little magic trick to outfit the four of us. He had accepted our thanks before he vanished back to Olympus. Now, we were doing nothing but waiting. Well, most of us. Achilles had done nothing but watch me all morning. I didn't like the look in his eye, but what could I say? I didn’t want him to know how disturbed I had been. And I hated the fact that I had his memories in my head …
