Chapter Eleven
We stepped out of the room and into the elevator. The gladiators limped or cracked muscles and tendons that had met my fists or feet. I ran my fingers through my unmussed hair and straightened my blouse. When the elevator doors closed us in, Baros turned a key and pushed a button for the terrace instead of the ground floor.
“We’re not going to Eleusis?” I asked.
“No,” Baros answered.
“But that’s historically where the rites have been held,” I argued.
Baros turned and looked at me. His grin managed to be amused and condescending at the same time. “If I were trying to keep a secret, would I tell everyone, ‘Hey, the answer is located here in this place?’”
I narrowed my eyes at the ass. Loren giggled at his mockery. I turned my glare on my traitorous friend.
“What?” she m
