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Tina and I run out into the stage area.
It’s utter insanity.
Griff is completely n***d. He’s torn off his clothes and is trying to beat out the flames that engulf White Tail, but it’s useless. Not only because his clothes are no match for the fire, but also because anybody not blinded by emotion can see that she’s already dead.
Spinning abruptly, I dash back into Hermes’ office.
He’s not laughing anymore. Yeah, he got his revenge, hurting himself to hurt White Tail. But he didn’t think it through. She died quickly. But Hermes is a god. He could burn forever and never die.
“Help me, someone help me!” he screams.
I grab the rest of the lighter fluid before the thought has even finished forming. Pointing it at Hermes, I squeeze.
The flames that had been dying flare up once more.
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