Cruel Seduction (Dark Olympus, #5) (81)

“Excuse me?”

I shut the door and lean against it. “Something’s been bothering me.” No reason to tell him where that doubt comes from. It doesn’t matter for this conversation. “You aren’t behind the attacks, but the second you had one of us trigger that clause, it put a target on every single one of the Thirteen’s backs—including mine.”

“You knew that would be a risk.”

Yes, but I hadn’t thought I’d face it alone. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I didn’t quite believe Minos when he said he wasn’t behind all the attacks. Oh, I don’t think he’s had a hand in the recent ones, but why wouldn’t he look to place more of his people among the Thirteen? The days after I took the title were rife with uncertainty; it would have been the perfect time to strike.

Unless he has no intention of a second strike.

Unless he never had an intention for a second strike.

“No putting that cat back in the bag, is there? Everyone knows it’s a thing now, which means the Thirteen will be hunted for the rest of Olympus’s future. Kind of hard to enact plans when you’re constantly looking over your shoulder.” He doesn’t contradict me, just watches me work through it with a small smile on his mouth. Holy fuck, I’m right. “You don’t plan on replacing the rest of the Thirteen with your people, do you?”

“Our people, Son.”

There was a time when, even though I damn well knew better, hearing that word from him was enough to override anything else I could possibly say. A weakness, and one he exploited. “There’s not going to be a Thirteen when you’re through,” I say softly.

The Minotaur gives Minos a long look, but that fucker always plays his cards close to his chest. Even knowing him for years, I can’t say for sure if he knew about this before or if he’s only hearing about it now.

Minos leans back. “Don’t you worry about my plan. I—”

“I think it’s time you shared that plan with us.” I glance at the Minotaur. “You would have been in the crosshairs, too, if you’d managed to kill Artemis and take that title. Don’t you want to know what he’s up to?”

He crosses his massive arms over his equally massive chest. “Yes.”

Minos narrows his eyes. “All right, boys. I suppose I can let you in on some of the plan you’ve both managed to fuck up repeatedly.” The words sting, but not as much as they used to. He shakes his head slowly. “Olympus is a ripe fruit to be plucked. They have little experience with anything resembling war; peace has made them soft.”

“We’ve heard the spiel.” I’ve never talked to Minos this way before, but the events of the last couple days keep compounding in my head. Adonis’s uncertainty. The vulnerable look in Aphrodite’s eyes that she wasn’t quite able to hide. Pandora’s fierce words. The worry all three of them share for my safety.

When I came to Olympus, the only thing I cared about was Pandora’s happiness and Minos’s approval. Now, things feel more complicated.

Minos glares. “One of you was supposed to take Ares. The other was intended to use the assassination clause to take another title. With two in the Thirteen, it would have been enough to start the destabilization process. You failed.” He turns that furious look on the Minotaur. “As a result, we had to take a different route. The end outcome is the same. The Thirteen fall, and a new leadership rises in its place.”

A different route. Something having to do with shipments in the harbor. What is he importing? I glare at him. “You mean you’ll rise in its place.”

Minos blinks, true surprise on his face. “Is that what you think, my boy?” He laughs, the sound filling the room. “No, I prefer proximity to power to taking it myself.” He gives me a sly look. “Fewer targets on my back that way.”

Targets like the one currently on my back. Not that he cares. I’ve obviously served my purpose, and he doesn’t give a shit about the potential fallout. I’ve never felt more like a fool than I do in this moment. “If not you in a leadership position, then who?”

“My benefactor.” His smile widens. “Olympus owes her a debt, and she means to collect.”





31


ADONIS





I’m not really surprised when Eris texts me an invite to have lunch with her. We’d been hurtling along before she broke up with me and married Theseus. Crashing into each other and away again. I used to be so sure I knew where we were headed before that point, and then when it ended, I was certain it had ended for good this time.

I’m not sure of anything anymore.

Her building looks exactly the same as it has every other time I’ve come here. There’s no way to tell from the street that violence was committed here just yesterday.

I push through the door and smile. “Hey, Sele.”

“Hey, Adonis.” They tuck a strand of hair behind their ear. “You’re looking good.”

“Thanks.” I examine the new glass divider. If I hadn’t spent a whole lot of time in this place, I don’t know if I’d notice it’s different from the last one. Both have a floral pattern etched into frosted glass. They both even have roses in the design. But it’s not the same. “Is she in her office?”