“Kate, what’s going on?” said my mother quietly, but I didn’t 					waver. If I looked at her, if I saw the concern in her eyes, if I let the 					confusion in her voice crack my determination, I had no idea what I would do. 					And I couldn’t take that chance.
   				“He’s sent a list of gods who have sided with Calliope,” I 					said, holding out the scroll to Walter, but he made no move to take it. “As a 					token of his intentions.”
   				“I’m sure he did,” said Walter. “And as soon as he has our 					complacency and his freedom, he will turn on us and once again attempt to 					destroy the council. I will not allow it to happen.”
   				“He’s going to destroy the council anyway,” I said. “We don’t 					have the power to fight him and win. You might be able to drag this war out 					another ten years, but you’ll lose eventually. Humanity will be destroyed, and 					Cronus will kill us all. That’s inevitable. So what’s the harm in trying to 					negotiate? He’s willing to make a deal. Doesn’t that mean something?”
   				“Not when you are asking us to negotiate with a Titan,” said 					Walter. “Cronus does not settle. His endgame will always be our destruction, and 					he will not stop until he has his way. I understand you are new to this, Kate, 					but that is no excuse for such stubborn ignorance.”
   				“Walter,” said my mother sharply, “that’s enough. Kate has a 					point. Perhaps it would be wise of us to at least consider—”
   				“Father’s right,” said Dylan, rising to his feet. The purple 					circles under his eyes did nothing to hide the way they sparkled with 					bone-chilling zeal. “There is no sense in attempting to bargain with Cronus. He 					will see it only as a weakness, and we cannot allow him to believe we have any 					holes in our armor that he could exploit for his own gain.”
   				The way he eyed me as he said it made my skin crawl. “And by 					that, you mean me,” I said. “You think I’m a liability.”
   				“You’ve been no use to us so far,” said Dylan. “If anything, 					you’ve only made things worse. Cronus didn’t touch Athens until you left—”
   				“She distracted him for us and bought us more time,” snapped 					James.
   				“—you seem to delight in distracting the council and insisting 					we do things we know won’t work—”
   				“She’s the one who came up with the idea of searching the 					Parthenon.”
   				“—and to top it off, you nearly got Henry and your own son 					killed—”
   				“He’s the one who decided to go after her without backup—”
   				“You will both silence yourselves immediately,” said Henry, but 					it was too late. Dylan might as well have punched me in the stomach.
   				“I know,” I said in a strangled voice. “I know, all right? I’m trying to make things right. I don’t want seven 					billion people to die because of my stupidity. I don’t want to lose any one of 					you. And I’m trying—”
   				“Then maybe you should try a little less,” said Dylan, and two 					thrones down from him, Irene rose.
   				“That’s enough,” she said in a 					dangerously soft voice that mirrored her father’s. Our father’s. “There is no 					shame in exploring other avenues. One who jumps into combat purely for the 					thrill of the fight is a fool, particularly when he risks innocent lives while 					doing so.”
   				“Are you calling me a fool, daughter?” said Walter. Irene’s 					hand twitched at her side, but she didn’t back off. I could have kissed her.
   				“No, Father. I’m merely pointing out that you have options. We 					do not even know what Cronus wants or why he wants it. Surely he must have given 					Kate some kind of hint.”
   				Every pair of eyes in the room turned toward me once more. 					Great. I wiped my palms on my pants. “He wants a life,” I said, mustering up as 					much conviction as I could. They had to believe me. “He’s been stuck in the 					Underworld for so long that he just wants a chance to live again. He thinks you 					won’t let him.”
   				“No, we will not,” said Walter. Irene gave him a look and 					gestured for me to continue.
   				“He’s agreed to stop attacking us if you stop attacking him. He 					won’t hurt anyone else. And—and he’ll turn over Calliope, or at least he won’t 					stop you from taking her back.”
   				“In exchange for what?” said Dylan, and though Irene shushed 					him, he continued. “We let him go? Do you know what it took to contain him in 					the first place?”
   				I hesitated. “He won’t go back on his word. He knows the 					consequences if he does.”
   				“And what, pray tell, are the consequences for the most powerful being in the universe flexing his 					muscles?” said Dylan. “What could he possibly want more than total control over 					everything?”
   				Silence. My heart—my stupid, useless heart that cared too much 					about everything and everyone—hammered painfully, and my breathing grew ragged. 					I wasn’t mortal anymore, but at that moment, I felt more human than I ever had 					in my life. “He wants me.”
   				The seconds ticked by. Walter frowned deeply, and Irene looked 					confused. From behind me, I could sense Henry’s stare, but I didn’t turn around. 					I couldn’t.
   				At long last, Dylan snorted. “You? You’re nothing to him.”
   				I focused on James again, silently pleading with him to 					explain. He nodded and stood grimly.
   				“During our trek through the Underworld, Kate had 					an...encounter with Cronus,” said James carefully. Dylan whistled suggestively, 					but he stopped when he caught sight of Henry behind me. Whatever look he was 					giving Dylan, I was glad I couldn’t see it. “She spoke to him and stopped him 					from attacking us. Ava and I didn’t believe it at first, but he let us go 					through the Underworld unhindered after that.”
   				“The encounter in Henry’s palace,” said my mother, her 					splintered voice damn near breaking my heart. “Calliope left Ava untouched 					because of what she’d done to Nicholas. But we never did understand why Cronus 					did not harm Kate.”
   				Once again, everyone focused on me, waiting for me to speak. It 					was the silence behind me that was unbearable though, and I reached for Henry. 					All I touched was air.
   				After an eternal moment, however, his warm fingers found mine, 					and I let out a sigh of relief. He understood. I could do this. “When Milo was 					born and Calliope took him from me, Cronus was there,” I said. “I begged him to 					help, and he said—he said if I promised to be his queen, he would let me have 					Milo again. And he would protect him.”
   				Walter’s frown deepened, and a few seats down from him, Dylan 					rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you the little siren?”
   				I ignored him. “I agreed. I didn’t mean it,” I added quickly. 					“But I said yes because—”
   				“Because Milo’s your kid,” said James. “You don’t need to 					explain.”
   				I gave him a grateful look. Henry’s grip on my hand tightened, 					and I continued. “When I go see Milo, Cronus is always there. He took Henry’s 					form at first, and I thought— I didn’t realize who he was. I thought he was 					Henry. It was stupid, I know, but James told me who he really was. And I told 					him Rhea refused to help us.”
   				“Fantastic,” said Dylan. “While you were having your little 					affair, did you happen to tell him any other closely guarded secrets?”
   				“That’s enough, Dylan,” said my mother.
   				Dylan opened his mouth to retort, but before another fight 					broke out, I blurted, “He thinks Henry’s dead. He doesn’t know our real numbers, 					and he believes we have no choice but to agree to a truce. And we don’t,” I 					added. “Not unless we want to risk the entire world.”
   				“If we surrender and allow Cronus to be released, you do 					realize that he will want you?” said Walter, and I nodded. “Yet this is 					something you are willing to do?”
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   				“Yes,” I whispered. “I don’t like it, but if it’s the only way 					to stop this war, I’ll do it.” And Milo would be safe. That alone would be worth 					it.
   				James winced. “You really need to get over your martyr complex. 					One of these days it’s going to get you killed.”
   				Behind me, a pair of feet shuffled, and Henry let go of my hand 					as he stood. “Brother,” he said to Walter, wrapping his arm around my shoulders 					and pulling me to him. “If you allow Kate to do this, you will no longer have my 					cooperation. She is my queen. I have already completed her coronation, and I 					will not allow anyone, not even a Titan, to usurp my claim.”
   				His claim? Before I could say a 					word, Walter cut me off. “Very well. Then we will not accept Cronus’s 					truce.”
   				“And the list of traitors?” said Dylan, eyeing the scroll with 					an unsavory gleam in his eyes. What did he plan on doing, hunting down each and 					every one of them? Somehow that didn’t feel too far from the truth.
   				“I will deal with them personally,” said Walter, and with a 					wave of his hand, the scroll vanished. “We have already lost the alliance of 					most of the other gods. That is not news.”
   				“So what? You’re going to let all of those people die while you 					fight a war you know you can’t win?” I said, and Henry’s grip around my 					shoulders tightened. But I wasn’t his claim, and I 					wouldn’t let something like this go just because Walter decided the discussion 					was over. He wasn’t always right. My childhood was proof of that.
   				“No,” said Walter. “I intend on winning the war. Now if you 					will excuse us, Kate, we’ve got tomorrow’s attack to discuss. Given your 					closeness to Cronus, it would be best if you did not hear our plans.”
   				No one spoke up in my defense. Not Henry, not James, not even 					my mother. After several seconds, I swallowed the knot in my throat and twisted 					out of Henry’s grip. If they didn’t want me around, then fine, but I wasn’t 					going to twiddle my thumbs for the next decade while they got everyone 					killed.
   				I was halfway to the guest room when Henry caught up to me. He 					put his hand on my arm, and I shrugged it off, too furious to say anything. He’d 					promised that our relationship would be between equals. That I wouldn’t belong to him. That wasn’t how we worked, and how dare 					he insinuate I was his for any reason other than the fact that I wanted to 					be?
   				I stormed into my room and tried to slam the door, but he 					caught it. “Kate, please, will you listen to me?”
   				“Why should I?” I prowled from one end of the room to the 					other, glaring at him and silently daring him to come closer. He only moved 					forward enough to close the door behind him. “You won’t listen to me—why, 					because I’m young? Because I’m a girl? What is it, Henry? Why am I suddenly 					nothing more than your claim?”
   				He exhaled. “You know I do not think of you in that way—”
   				“Sure could have fooled me lately.”
   				“That is not fair. I am trying to keep my family intact, and 					the only way to do so is to speak a language my brother understands.”
   				“Oh, so he’s the misogynist?”
   				“Yes,” said Henry. “He has never understood partnership. Not in 					his marriage, not within the council, not even among his siblings. It is not 					fair, but he is the head of the council, and we must play this game his 					way.”
   				I collapsed on the bed. “Great. I spend my entire life wanting 					a family, and when I finally get one, it’s full of people who think I’m no 					better than dirt.”
   				Henry took a few cautious steps toward me, but stopped when I 					gave him a look. “I wish you would have told me about your deal with 					Cronus.”
   				“Up until two days ago, you were in a coma,” I pointed out.
   				“Yes, but you have had ample opportunity to do so since. And it 					seems to me as if the details of your arrangement were made much more 					recently.”
   				He watched me with his unwavering gaze, and I looked away.
   				“I am not angry with you, Kate,” he said gently. “I cannot 					imagine what you endured while they held you captive, and truthfully I would 					have done the same if our positions were reversed. But as you are my partner, I 					am yours. Regardless of the circumstances, it should have been a decision we 					made together.”
   				Tears sprung in my eyes. Not because I was mad at him, but 					because he was right. “I’m sorry. I was afraid you’d take off after him, and 					you’re still so weak—”
   				“I accept your apology,” said Henry. “And I ask that you accept 					mine, as well. I will not let you go, Kate, because I love you. Not because I 					believe you belong to me. Anyone who has been around you for five minutes knows 					better than to think that.”
   				“Apparently my own father doesn’t,” I mumbled, and Henry 					sighed.
   				“Yes, well. It’s easy to chalk this whole mess up to Walter. He 					is the one who never gave Calliope the respect and love she deserved, after 					all.”
   				“You’d think he would’ve learned from that.”
   				“You would think.” He sat down on the bed, and I didn’t move 					away. “I want to get our son back as badly as you do, but this is not the 					way.”
   				My eyes welled up again. When would I stop being on the verge 					of tears? When I finally held Milo? When Calliope was defeated? When Cronus was 					back in his own personal corner of hell? “I don’t know how to be me without 					him,” I said. “Everything I do, it’s like—it’s like this need is pulling me in 					one direction, and I can’t function without going toward it. And when I’m not, 					I’m empty. He needs me. He needs us, and we’re not doing anything to get him 					back. We’ve practically abandoned him.”
   				Henry lay down on his side so he was facing me. “Do you really 					believe that?” he said, sandwiching my hand in his. “I am certain Milo does not. 					You said so yourself that you believe he knows when you are there.”
   				I rubbed my eyes with my free hand. “I want him back, Henry. I 					want us to be a family.”
   				“We are a family.” He kissed my forehead, my cheek, and finally 					brushed his lips against mine. “We cannot pretend it has been easy, but we love 					each other unconditionally, and that is what matters. We will get him back. I 					swear it.”
   				My chin trembled. “How?”
   				“I do not know yet, but I will find a way. We will find a way 					together.”
   				I kissed him back, not caring if he could taste my tears. “How 					am I supposed to help you when everyone thinks I’m worthless and won’t teach me 					how to use my abilities?”
   				“I do not think you are worthless,” he said, his breath warm on 					my cheek. “Far from it, I assure you. I will teach you anything you desire.”
   				“Really?” I said, and he nodded.
   				“Really.”
   				I hugged him, burying my face in the crook of his neck, and let 					out a soft sob. That was all I allowed myself, though; one sob, and now it was 					time to get to work. Now it was time to prove I deserved my place on the 					council.
   				I only had to do one thing first. “Do you want to see him?”
   				“Do you really have to ask?”
   				I managed a watery smile. “Make sure Cronus can’t see you.”
   				“I will.”
   				Once again I sank into my vision, pulling Henry along with me, 					and this time no one interrupted us. Together we fought through the quicksand 					until the bedroom dissolved around us and we surfaced on the other side.
   				Milo lay in his crib, his eyes shut. It had to be well past 					midnight on the island. Cronus stood in the corner closest to the door, his arms 					crossed as if he was waiting for me, but I ignored him. I didn’t know how to 					tell him that Walter had turned him down. If he didn’t kn 
					     					 			ow already.
   				Henry and I leaned over Milo’s crib like I thought we had a 					dozen times before, but this time it was really him. The three of us were 					together, or at least as together as we could be for now.
   				“He’s beautiful,” whispered Henry. I didn’t say anything. I 					couldn’t, not with Cronus hovering nearby. I smiled, careful to keep my eyes on 					Milo, and Henry touched my back. He understood.
   				“My darling,” said Cronus, appearing on my other side and 					taking my hand. “Have you news of the truce?”
   				I couldn’t tell him the truth, not yet. I had no idea what he 					would do to prove his dominance—kill another million people? Destroy all of 					Greece? Even if everything else stemmed from the way Walter had treated 					Calliope, this was on me. And I had to stall.
   				“They haven’t reached a decision yet,” I said, my stare not 					wavering from Milo. “They need time.”
   				Out of the corner of my eye, Henry gave me a searching look. I 					ignored it.
   				“Very well. I hope they do not take too long.” He began to 					knead my shoulder, and I winced. “Why are you so tense, my dear?”
   				Because Henry was alive and standing two inches from my elbow. 					Because the council—or at least certain members—blamed me for everything. 					Because if I made one wrong move, all of this would be over. “Do you really have 					to ask?” I said, echoing Henry.
   				“No, I suppose I do not,” said Cronus, and he moved behind me 					to massage both of my shoulders. Henry scowled and stepped away.
   				“Please don’t do that,” I said softly, but Cronus continued 					anyway. Henry moved to the other side of the crib so he could look me straight 					in the eye, and I pressed my lips together. Did he understand that I didn’t want 					this?
   				“Soon you will be my queen,” said Cronus, his lips tickling my 					ear. The look on Henry’s face was murderous. “You have not changed your mind, 					have you, my dear?”
   				My eyes locked on Henry. He had to understand it was all an 					act. “No,” I said. “I haven’t changed my mind.”