“Wait,” I called, trotting toward them. “Could I join you?”
   				“No,” she said flatly without turning around. “We have trouble 					finding enough food for all of us as it is.”
   				“I can get my own,” I said. “Hell, I can get yours, too.”
   				Her steps grew uneven, as if something was holding her back. “I 					don’t believe you.”
   				“Then let me prove it.” I nodded to the trail. “Meet me back 					here in ten minutes.”
   				“You can get enough food to feed all five of us in ten 					minutes?” She turned to face me, smirking now, though there was still a hint of 					fear in her eyes. “All right, we’ll wait. And if you don’t show up with enough 					to feed us, then we’re leaving, and you’re on your own. And we take whatever 					food you do bring.”
   				“Deal.” I gave her a slight bow. “Don’t move.”
   				“Wasn’t planning on it.”
   				She sounded confident enough, but one wrong move, and I knew 					she’d be gone. So I walked into the woods with as much purpose as I could 					muster. If robbery was a matter of survival for them, then no wonder they were 					practically drooling at the thought of a full meal. From the looks of the 					youngest kid, they’d probably been hungry for most of their lives.
   				Once I was completely out of sight and earshot, I created five 					dead rabbits and three quail, along with a pouch full of berries. She already 					knew something wasn’t right about me, so no harm in exacerbating it. With luck 					she’d be willing to excuse it if it meant her belly was full.
   				“Dinner,” I called as I stepped back onto the trail. “Couldn’t 					find any greens, but I figured you’ve all had enough of…”
   				I trailed off. The path was empty. Was this the right spot? Of 					course it was. I never got lost. Where the hell were they?
   				I sighed. I could take off. Figure out another way to find this 					solution. The universe had a sense of humor sometimes, sure, but that didn’t 					mean I had to put up with it. There had to be a better way.
   				As soon as I closed my eyes, however, a bolt of lightning lit 					up the sky, followed by the dangerous clash of thunder. Perfect. If Zeus knew I 					was here, it’d only be a matter of time before he found me. He didn’t have my 					abilities, but he was Zeus.
   				I took off as fast as I could without dropping the game. No 					idea where I was going—I just ran. The deeper into the woods I was, the less 					chance Zeus would have of spotting me, and right now I really did not want to go 					back to Olympus.
   				I stumbled across their camp without realizing that’s where I’d 					been heading the whole time. The four of them sat around a pitiful fire, and 					though they’d been talking in low voices before, the moment I appeared, they all 					fell silent. The little kid—the one who’d stopped me on the trail—fell off his 					stump.
   				“Devil be gone!” he cried, while the girl stood abruptly.
   				“What are you doing here? How did you find us? And what—” Her 					eyes narrowed. “What is all that?”
   				“This?” I held up the game. “Your dinner. Or it would’ve been 					if you hadn’t ditched me.”
   				Her eyes went huge, and she moved toward me, holding out her 					hand. I stepped back.
   				“Nope,” I said. “Not until you let me join you.”
   				“We’re full up, sorry,” she said, making another grab for the 					food, but I shifted away from her.
   				“Then it looks like I’m going to be gorging on rabbit and quail 					tonight.”
   				“C’mon, Tuck,” said the boy. “Just for tonight. I’m really 					hungry.”
   				“Please, Tuck,” said Sprout, whose hands were wrapped in cloth. 					Apparently someone had been injured in our little fight, after all. “We’re 					starving.”
   				The girl—Tuck, I assumed—scowled. “Fine. One night.”
   				The two boys erupted in cheers, while Mac grinned on the other 					side of the fire. I offered her the string of rabbits, and she snatched it from 					me. “Thank you,” I said.
   				“Don’t thank me. You’re gone by morning.”
   				“And what if I don’t want to leave?”
   				“Then we’ll just ditch you again. Mac, here.” She handed the 					rabbits to him, and Sprout leaped forward to take the quail from me, too. 					“Perry, do something about this fire. It’s pathetic.”
   				The little boy darted forward to tend to the flames, and I made 					myself comfortable on a log. After Perry spent a few minutes unsuccessfully 					poking the embers with a stick, I encouraged the 					fire to burn a little warmer. No harm in helping out. They didn’t need to 					know.
   				When the flames grew without any real help from Perry, however, 					Tuck gave me a look. I returned it with a vague smile. She might’ve suspected, 					but after the way she’d run away, I wasn’t about to give up my secrets. Not 					until she gave up hers.
   				Soon enough, a delicious scent wafted through the air, and even 					my mouth started to water. I’d used my powers too much today—I needed food, and 					I needed sleep. Desperately. Rabbit and quail weren’t usually my thing, but 					they’d have to do tonight.
   				Mac offered the first rabbit to Tuck, who waited until we all 					had one before she started to eat. Polite to her own, at least, even if she 					couldn’t spare some of that grace for me.
   				“So how do you all know each other?” I said. They were all so 					engrossed in eating their rabbits that for a moment, no one spoke. At last Tuck 					stuck a bone in her mouth, sucking off the juices.
   				“Luck,” she said. “Our parents were killed in the war, so we 					all banded together. Only way we can survive.”
   				“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a great job of it,” I said, and 					the moment the words left my mouth, I regretted them. Stupid, stupid, stupid 					thing to say, insulting her like that in front of everyone, and I quickly added, 					“I mean—can’t be that easy, living in the woods by yourself.”
   				Tuck’s expression hardened, and she threw the bone into the 					fire. “We can’t all be a hunting prodigy like you,” she muttered, refusing to 					look at me. Didn’t blame her. Why couldn’t I keep my mouth shut for once?
   				“Tuck’s brilliant,” said Perry through a mouthful of rabbit. 					“She’s the smartest person I know.”
   				“That’s because the only other people you know are Sprout and 					Mac,” said Tuck, but she blushed at the compliment anyway.
   				“Is that why you won’t let me join you?” I said. “Because 					you’re afraid I’ll replace you as leader?”
   				She looked at me sharply, her blue eyes guarded. So I was 					right, then, “I won’t let you join us because I don’t trust you.”
   				“But I could feed you,” I said. “And I could never take your 					place, you know.”
   				“Doesn’t matter. I still don’t trust you. I don’t even know 					your name.”
   				I sighed. “If I tell you my name, will you let me into your 					group?”
   				“If you tell me your name, I’ll consider letting you prove 					yourself to us,” she said. “No promises.”
   				Clearly that was the best I was going to do, so I shrugged. I 					could lie, but if she really held the answer to what was happening to my family, 					then I couldn’t risk destroying the shaky ground we were already on. Besides, it 					wasn’t as if I hadn’t revealed myself to mortals before. It’d gone well in the 					past. Most of the time. And between the lack of bleeding and the quick 					turnaround on a feast, I’d already shown them my abilities. They had no reason 					to question me.
   				That was the worst, when mortals went on and on, quizzing me, 					testing me, demanding to see my powers in action—as if my word wasn’t enough. 					Which, all right, to be fair, it probably wasn’t. Otherwise any crazy mortal 					could go around acting like they were one of us.
   				So I sq 
					     					 			uared my shoulders, looked her straight in the eye, and 					said, “My name is Hermes.”
   				I expected her to gape at me, to gasp, to demand proof—any one 					of the same reactions I’d gotten time and time again. Instead she stared at 					me.
   				And—that was it. She just sat there. And blinked. And finally 					said, “That’s the dumbest name I’ve ever heard.”
   				Now it was my turn to stare. She’d never heard of me? 					“Sometimes I go by Mercury,” I said cautiously. The Roman Empire was still 					around, after all.
   				“That’s even worse,” she said. “I mean, really. If you’re going 					to give yourself a nickname, at least let it be a good one.”
   				She really had no idea. Normally that wouldn’t have been any 					big deal, but we weren’t that far from Greece, and this island had once been 					part of the Roman Empire. Yet she didn’t have a clue. None of them did.
   				We were their gods, their rulers—our word was absolute, or at 					least it was to them. How was it possible they didn’t even realize we 					existed?
   				“So,” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “Since Hermes and 					Mercury won’t do, what are we going to call you?”
   				I bit my tongue. The last thing I needed was for her to take a 					sarcastic response seriously. “I don’t know. What do you consider to be a proper name?”
   				Tuck drummed her fingers on her thigh. Even when she was 					sitting there, doing nothing but thinking, there was something incredibly 					intriguing about her. Something didn’t fit. The way she held herself, the way 					she spoke—she was too cultured for this life. And for a girl to take the lead of 					a pack of boys, all of whom would be stronger than her in a few short years, if 					they weren’t already…
   				Across the fire, Sprout cleared his throat. “If you two 					lovebirds need a minute alone…”
   				Another bone went flying through the air, bouncing off his head 					with surprising grace. Tuck glared. “Don’t even, Sprout.”
   				He cowered and held up his hands in defeat. “All right, I’m 					sorry!”
   				“You’d better be. One more wisecrack, and Perry gets your 					blanket tonight. Now.” She turned back to me. “Your name. This is important, you 					know. You don’t have to look like you’re about to burst out laughing.”
   				I wasn’t, but for her sake, I made my expression go neutral. 					“Why is this important?”
   				“Because your name is your destiny. It’s your identity—it’s 					everything you are. Once you have your name, that’s it. That’s all you’ll ever 					be.”
   				“And yet you’re giving me a new one,” I said, and she 					shrugged.
   				“Sure, because once you have a new name, you’ll be a new 					person. Not literally, obviously,” she said when I opened my mouth to protest. 					“But in the eyes of everyone else, you’re fresh. You’re unknown, a blank slate, 					and your name decides whether you stand out, blend in—you can fool yourself into 					thinking you’re more than your name, but you never will be. Not until you start 					over and make another one for yourself.”
   				Something pinged in the back of my mind, but I was too caught 					up in the way her lips moved to pay any attention. “So who am I then?”
   				She tapped her chin, and I held my breath. I understood what 					she was saying far better than she probably thought I did; I’d had plenty of 					names before, after all, but for some reason, this seemed monumentally more 					important than all the rest. “James,” she said. “Definitely a James.”
   				I raised an eyebrow. So much for monumental. “James? 					Really?”
   				“Yes, really. What’s wrong with James?”
   				“Nothing, I just—”
   				“You just what?”
   				I watched her for a long moment, and she didn’t so much as 					blink. “It’ll do,” I finally said, and she grinned.
   				“Of course it will. You don’t look like much, but a lot is 					happening underneath the surface. That’s the kind of name James is.” Popping a 					few berries into her mouth, she chewed slowly, her eyes fluttering shut as if 					she were savoring them. “Mmm. I’ve never had these before. You’re sure they’re 					not poisonous?”
   				“Positive. Despite your strange taste in names, I wouldn’t do 					that to you.”
   				“I’m not so sure.” She opened her eyes again and glanced around 					the circle, as if she was sizing everyone up. “All right, James. You really want 					the chance to prove yourself to us?”
   				They weren’t getting rid of me, but I might as well be polite 					about it. “Yes.”
   				“If you’re going to run with us, you’re going to have to steal. 					You think you can do that?”
   				“I think I can manage.”
   				“Tomorrow the earl who owns this land is going to be coming 					down that trail—”
   				“Tuck!” cried Perry, but Sprout 					clapped his hand over his mouth.
   				“—and you have to rob him.”
   				Perry squirmed in Sprout’s grip, but I held Tuck’s gaze. A 					robbery. Easy enough. I’d done plenty of those in my lifetime. “Anything in 					particular you want me to take?”
   				She toyed with the end of her braid, but there was something in 					the way she watched me that made it clear this was more than just some robbery 					to her. A hunger that hadn’t been there before. “Let’s make it interesting. 					Steal the pendant from around his neck, along with any other valuables you 					find.”
   				“And if I can do it?”
   				“Then you’ll be one of us.”
   				“And if I don’t?”
   				“You show us how you hunt, and then you leave us alone. 					Forever.”
   				Forever was much, much longer than she realized. I stuck my 					hand out, and she grasped my fingers, her grip surprisingly strong. “Deal,” I 					said.
   				She smirked, and my stomach did a flip-flop. “Deal.”
   				* * *
   				The convoy approached our section of the trail shortly 					after dawn. Six men, all riding stallions that pranced too much to be completely 					broken. Good. That would work in my favor.
   				It was easy enough to tell who the leader was—not the man at 					point who wore a cape with an insignia on it. Judging by the way he tilted 					slightly to his left, toward an older man who sat up straighter than the others 					and stuck his nose in the air, the first was a decoy. The other man was the real 					earl.
   				Tuck, Sprout, Perry and Mac—who still hadn’t said a single word 					to me—all waited in the trees, shielded by the thick foliage. Even if someone 					did spot them, they’d have the advantage, and that calmed my nerves. The last 					thing I wanted was to have to escort one of them down into the Underworld. 					Judging by the way Perry had deftly avoided me that morning, however, I figured 					they all expected me to be the one who bit the dust.
   				I sat in a tree as well, much lower than the others, and I 					waited. The procession had to squeeze through the narrow pathway, the horses 					bumping one another and spooking, but there wasn’t anywhere to go. They were 					trapped. I held my breath and slowly counted. Three, two, one…
   				Leaping from the tree, I landed squarely on the back of the 					earl’s horse, and I held a piece of sharp rock to the old man’s neck. The other 					men shouted, and their horses reared. But despite flying hooves and the screech 					of metal against metal as they unsheathed their swords, I held on tight. This 					was the easy part.
   				“Can’t run me through, not without hurting your master, as 					well,” I said, snatching the pendant that hung around the earl’s neck. Whatever 					it was, it meant more to Tuck than my life—not that that was saying much, but 					still.
   				“Let me be,” he wheezed. “Take whatever you wish.”
   				“I already have.” I nodded to the other horsemen. “Unload your 					packs on the side of the trail. Don’t ho 
					     					 			ld anything back.”
   				The earl waved a trembling hand, and one by one, the others 					dumped the contents of their packs into a pile. Even though they were armed and 					far bigger physically than I was, they sensed what Tuck clearly hadn’t—my 					godhood. My immortality. The natural fact that I was more than they were.
   				Maybe Tuck did realize it. Maybe she just clung to her 					leadership so tightly that she couldn’t yield to anything, even instinct. Didn’t 					matter, really. I didn’t want her job. I wanted the answers she didn’t know she 					had.
   				“Good,” I said once they’d finished. “The rest of you, go up 					the trail. Once you’re gone, I’ll let your leader go.”
   				The guards did as I said, disappearing as fast as they could 					spur their skittish horses into submission. I held on to the earl until they 					were out of sight, and after I waited half a minute, I loosened my grip on him. 					“Leave. And if I receive any word of retaliation, your neck will be the least of 					your worries.”
   				The moment I jumped off his horse, they took off, the old man 					clinging to the beast for dear life. I should’ve felt sorry for him, and part of 					me did, I suppose—it’d hardly been a fair fight. But whoever he was, he was 					clearly much better off than Tuck and her gang. And I couldn’t muster up an 					apology for helping them.
   				“That was brilliant!” cried Perry from far above me, and he 					slid down the trunk of the tree and scampered toward me. “How did you do 					that?”
   				“I think we’d all like to know,” said Tuck, and she swung down 					from the lowest branch, landing on her feet. “How did you manage to convince the 					most fearsome earl in the land to give up his most prized possession?”
   				“What, this?” I said, holding up the pendant. She made a grab 					for it, but I pulled it back, far out of her reach.
   				“Give it,” she growled, and I grinned.
   				“You said I had to steal it. You never said I had to give it to 					you.”
   				“Mac!” she said. “A little help?”
   				Mac, who was busy rummaging through the pile the guards had 					left behind, raised his head and blinked. And without saying a word, he ducked 					back down to examine a bag of beans. My grin grew wider.