CHAPTER 42
ARES“We must kill her now,” I said to Marcel, pacing around the prison.
Less than five minutes ago, the hounds had stopped howling and growling. Up above, everything was eerily quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that struck fear right into my bones—and I feared close to nothing.
Marcel stood across from Hella with his arms crossed and his jaw clenched. Since he had been down here, Marcel had changed in many ways. His spirit had been broken, and he had become the silent type too. He used to be so outgoing and arrogant.
Hella had silenced him.
“Only Nyx has the power to kill a god,” Marcel said, shaking his head. “We can’t.”
But that wasn’t true. Nyx couldn’t be the only one who was strong enough to kill a god or goddess. How did she get that power in the first place? How w
