Chapter Twenty-Five
No one died that night. The revelers were bruised and beat up. A few of the injuries were major but none life-threatening. People awoke hours later, exclaiming it had been the best party of their lives and wanting to do it again sooner rather than later.
I sat on the terrace of the Olympian Hotel, staring at the Parthenon. Poseidon came up and sat beside me. His long brown legs stretched out before him, and his dark locks lay limp on his shoulders. He looked exhausted, like he’d just washed up on the shore.
“Did you find him?” I asked.
By him, I meant Baros. He’d disappeared in the melee after he’d rolled down the hill when the Titans woke up. He’d left not a trace behind.
“No,” Poseidon replied. “But I’m sure your brother will have an eye out for him now that Leon
