What the what?
I glanced back at Seth, who shrugged. Why Perses had run off just to lecture Ares was beyond me. Apparently he wanted to get the last word in or something. With gods, it was anyone’s guess.
Now two doors away from the ballroom, I was a second from checking the room, when a Sentinel unexpectedly stepped out, startling me.
He opened his mouth, about to give away our location. I didn’t stop to think. Springing forward, I grabbed the dagger off my leg with one hand and placed my other over his mouth. Our eyes locked for a brief moment. His blue eyes were unfocused, hazy—a sign of a compulsion. Remorse pricked at my chest, but I slammed the dagger into his chest, above the heart, to the hilt.
Seth caught the body, easing it into the floor as I sheathed the dagger. He quickly surveyed the room and motioned me to continue. I stepped carefully around the body, inhaling deeply.
It had to be done, Seth said.
I know.
He glanced over his shoulder, eyebrow arched as if he didn’t believe me, and he was right. Killing a Sentinel under compulsion sucked as bad as killing the mortals who were under Ares’ control.
All right, I’ll tear myself apart about it later, but for right now, I’m fine.
That’s my girl.
I frowned. That’s twisted.
Letting Seth check the next room, I slid around him. My heart pumped fast. The ballroom was next. Somewhere, the imaginary clock stopped ticking.
Seth caught my hand, spinning me around and into an empty, dark room. He pressed me back against the wall, his breath warm against my forehead. Raising my free hand, I was about to punch him in the face when his voice in my head stopped me.
Do it. Transfer the power now.
I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t worried about this moment from the time Seth had suggested it. Even before it, when Apollo had said it was the only way, I’d worried. Seeing how Seth struggled with the allure, with the need that existed between us, I was prepared to knock Seth out and then transfer the power, if necessary.
He bent his head quickly, kissing my forehead. Do it, Alex.
Full of surprise, I hesitated as I stared into eyes that were identical to mine. I’m not going to fail you, he had said, and he hadn’t been lying.
Now, he said again, closing his eyes as he let go of me.
My hand trembled as I reached between us, gripping his right hand. “Θάρρος.” Courage.
A shock rippled across my hand and shot up my arm, followed by a wealth of warmth. Seth jerked, but remained there, his eyes closed. The tingling ended at my shoulder, and I felt it then, the collapse of fear in my chest replaced by fiery determination. This was right. I would not be stopped.
I cupped my hand around his right hand, squeezing it. “Δύναμη.”
Strength.
A tremble rocked Seth, and another jolt skittered up my right arm, faster than the one before. The warmth turned to heat, and it spread across my shoulder blades. My body hummed. A thousand little pulses hit my muscles, tearing them down and rebuilding them. I felt like I imagined Aiden did—he was the healthiest person I knew, since he lived off of granola, chicken, and working out.
I pulled up his shirt and placed his hand over the mark on his flat, hard stomach and whispered, “απόλυτη εξουσία.” Absolute power.
Seth gasped, and his eyes flew open. Their amber hue glowed vibrantly, locked onto mine like laser beams. The rush of pure power almost knocked me back against the wall. Every cell in my body fired up, and the marks on my skin burned.
“One more,” Seth said in a low, hoarse voice.
My entire body trembled as I reached up, cupping the back of his neck. “αήττητο.” Invincibility.
The air expelled from my lungs at the same moment it did from Seth’s, and then it happened. Static charged the room as the amber cord appeared around Seth’s upper arm. It spiraled down, entwining over his skin, reaching mine. The blue cord crackled, brighter and more intense than his. The two cords spun, overlapping, buzzing and spitting licks of blue and amber into the air. My hand fell from his neck, but otherwise I couldn’t move. Neither could he.
Inside of me, at the base of the cord, something shifted and pulsed. Behind my eyes, a blinding light burst into an array of vibrant colors, receding quickly.
Under my feet, the floor moved. My lungs seized as Seth’s head kicked back, the veins in his throat protruding. Afire lit me up from the inside, rushing through my veins at dizzying speeds. It burned sweetly, cool and hot at the same time. Power poured into my chest, causing my heart to sputter and then speed up.
Shadows danced over the walls as the cords flared, twisting and becoming one, turning into a brilliant, intense white. My other hand slipped away from him, and my arms rose at my sides as the marks on my skin seeped away and reappeared. The now-white cord pulsed once more and then snapped back toward me. Seth lowered his chin, his amber eyes shiny as he met my gaze, and then his gaze dropped.
My feet weren’t on the floor.
Nope.
I was floating again.
There was at least four feet between my shoes and the floor, and well, I felt damn good.
“Wow,” I said, grinning.
Seth’s throat worked. “Wow, indeed.”
Moving my hands in front of me, I watched the glyphs slide over my skin. The color seemed sharper.
You gonna come down from there? He reached up, catching my hand.
Strangely, the cord inside me didn’t jump. I willed myself down. How do you feel?
He cocked his head to the side. Okay. I don’t feel different, really.
Which meant he was probably still craving akasha, but at least he wasn’t hurt. For a moment there, it hadn’t looked fun for him.
How about you?
It was hard to describe—the power. I wanted to run straight into a wall because I was pretty sure I could take it on, but I didn’t feel uncontrollable since I wasn’t running into that wall. I feel…great. I feel…
There was no fear in my heart, at least not the paralyzing kind. The strength made my muscles twitchy, and I felt ready in a way I hadn’t before. Hours ago, I’d known I had to take on the God Killer power. I’d known I had to face Ares and destroy him, but had I really been ready? No. It had been something I knew I had to do—a duty.
Now I was truly ready.
I smiled up at Seth, my fingers curling into fists. “Let’s do this.”
CHAPTER 25
Each step I took was filled with purpose and steely determination. My hands itched for a fight, but my blood sang for the release of the akasha brimming in my veins.
Ares was so about to get knocked down a peg or five.
In the back of my mind, I realized this was how Seth must’ve felt most of the time—the cockiness, the knowledge that nothing in this realm was more powerful than the First.
Until now.
I stopped in front of the closed ballroom doors and raised my hands, summoning akasha. Releasing it took nothing. Energy pulsed out from me. I blew the titanium doors right off their hinges, throwing them clear across the ballroom.
“Gods,” Seth muttered.
Ares and Perses whipped around. Several feet separated them. The Titan’s eyes widened. One of the doors hit the floor and slid, tearing up the marble. The other slammed into Ares, throwing him back against the wall.