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I tell Trevor to check on Griff and Cassie. He nods and moves through the wall out to the stage area, where we can still hear some muffled cries of injured employees, their arms no doubt bleeding from Hermes’ wound. The god, meanwhile, is still down in the fetal position, his eyes burning in Tamika’s direction.
“I swear, you little witch—” he says.
“Enough,” I say, forcibly reminding myself not to kick him. I can’t hurt the employees, no matter how badly I want to hurt their boss. “We came here for answers.”
“You haven’t even asked me a question,” Hermes says, looking up at me with fake tears in his eyes. “Is this any way to treat your father?”
One of the bouncers who came in with Tamika makes a hesitant move towards her, but she catches the motion, and crawls in my direction. Herm
