Ramses wanted us to help in the discarding of Helen and father's body, accomplices in murder. Not by choice, but I think collectively, we deduced that the corpses couldn't remain on the boat. Helen was stone dead, but father twitched every now and again. We all huddled in the meeting room below, with the departed lying on the main deck, weathering the storm outside. Praying that wind and rain would sweep them, swallow them, wipe clean our conscious.
With the change in power, to a degree, I became the new Apollo, and deep down, I knew Aries would be safe now. I was temporarily blindsided when lightning struck near the boat, causing a white flash to burst inside. Raena leaped to heights unknown from the thunder that followed.
"The Great Old One is punishing us…" muttered Hoover, quickly u
