19
“Nice of you to drop by,” Athena says acidly, the moment we teleport to sss Academy.
“That’s my fault,” Zahara says, slipping into her seat next to my throne. “I was, you know, giving birth. It’s a whole thing.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Athena says, waiting as I take my throne and Alaric slides into his folding chair on my right side. I’m still not okay with this setup.
“What happened while we were gone?” I ask Athena.
“A lot,” she says, frowning. “I’ve summoned the war council; they’re in the next room.”
“Summoned them meaning that you also appointed them, I assume,” Alaric says. “Since we weren’t consulted.”
“There wasn’t time,” Athena says briskly, her eyes bouncing off his to mine. “If one of you had stayed behind to approve—”
“We had to go,” I say quickly, cutting her off.
“And
