Normally it wouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did. Wasn’t 					the first time I’d been shoved into social exile, after all. But this time Zeus 					hadn’t brought up cattle even once. And when Zeus missed an opportunity like 					that, clearly it was serious.
   				Funny thing is, none of this was my fault. If they were going 					to blame someone, they should’ve blamed Aphrodite or Ares. She was the one who’d 					messed things up so badly with Adonis, after all, and Ares had been the one to 					kill him. I’d just had an affair with Persephone eons ago.
   				That was it. That was my entire involvement—falling in love 					with my best friend and giving her some freedom when everyone else had been 					trying to keep her in chains. Not exactly a capital crime if you ask me, but no 					one ever does.
   				The council needed a scapegoat though, and I was convenient. No 					way Zeus would ever punish Aphrodite for anything, or Ares, Hera’s favorite son. 					So I, the screwup, was forced to take the blame even though I’d never said a 					single word to Adonis.
   				Not fair, not at all, but the council doesn’t exactly run on 					fairness.
   				Scowling, I threw the ball hard against the wall, and it 					bounced off at an angle, heading directly toward the circle of thrones in the 					center of the room. With a muttered curse, I stood. Couldn’t give Zeus any more 					of a reason to get pissed off at me. I was already way over the line as it was, 					at least as far as he saw it. And on the council, that was all that 					mattered.
   				“Looking for this?”
   				At the sound of that familiar voice, I grinned and turned 					around. Apparently not everyone had completely given up on me. Just almost 					everyone. “Iris. Haven’t seen you for a few decades.”
   				“Zeus sent me on a scouting trip.” She examined the rubber ball 					and gave it a tentative bounce. “It wasn’t pleasant. Besides the fact that it 					took half a damn century, a lion tried to eat me, and he looked awfully confused 					when his teeth and claws seemed to stop working.”
   				“Shame he didn’t succeed.” I leaned up against the wall, 					crossing my arms. “I could use a new job.”
   				“As if you could do a tenth of what I do.”
   				I snorted. “Please. Zeus only lets you be his messenger because 					no one else wants the job. And you don’t snitch on him to Hera. Or gossip about 					his affairs. That’s more than just about any other minor god or goddess out 					there, you know.”
   				A dimple appeared on her cheek, one that only showed up when 					she was annoyed. Usually with me. “I am anything but 					minor. What’s wrong with the job you have now?”
   				“You mean you haven’t heard?” I said, raising my eyebrow. Then 					again, she was talking to me. Couldn’t have known 					much. “Persephone gave up her immortality. Rather than everyone blaming someone 					who actually had something to do with it, they all decided to gang up on me 					instead.”
   				Iris’s eyes widened, and she seemed to forget about the ball in 					midair. With a dull thump, it hit her on the head, right in the middle of her 					coppery curls. “Wait—you mean that actually happened?”
   				I eyed her. Was she pretending to be clueless to get my side of 					the story, or did she really not know? “What have you heard? Kick the ball my 					way, would you?”
   				She made a halfhearted attempt, but the ball only rolled 					three-quarters of the way back to me. Figured. “I heard whispers. Nothing 					confirmed. Then again, I haven’t exactly been in the center of things 					lately.”
   				No, she hadn’t, which was a damn good thing for me. “Persephone 					fell in love with a mortal. Unfortunately for her, Aphrodite was already 					sleeping with him—”
   				“Who isn’t Aphrodite sleeping with?” muttered Iris, and I 					smirked.
   				“Ares was his usual violent self and decided to take out the 					competition. Wild boar,” I added when her mouth opened. She winced and touched 					her stomach in sympathy. “Apparently the mortal’s afterlife wasn’t so great, so 					Persephone decided to sacrifice her immortality and die in order to give him an 					incentive to leave his own personal hell for something better.”
   				“Oh.” Iris let out a romantic little sigh, and now it was my 					turn to make a face. “Did it work?”
   				I shrugged and averted my eyes under the guise of fetching the 					ball. “No idea.”
   				“You mean Hades hasn’t mentioned it?”
   				“We’re not exactly on speaking terms.”
   				“No surprise there. But none of the others brought it up?”
   				“We’re not exactly on speaking terms, either.”
   				Her eyebrows arched. “They’re taking this whole ganging up 					thing seriously, aren’t they?”
   				“You’re telling me,” I muttered.
   				She crossed the space between us and set her hand on my cheek. 					Against my better judgment, I tilted my head into her touch. First time anyone 					had bothered in months. For a second, our gazes met, and her weird purple irises 					seemed to turn an even darker shade of violet.
   				“Your eyes are the shade of ripe grapes,” I said. “What does 					that mean?”
   				She dropped her hand and gave me a look, and her eyes reverted 					to their normal purple. Or at least it was normal around me. They changed color 					with her mood, I knew that much—sort of like Persephone’s hair with the 					seasons—but what those colors meant, she refused to tell me. Not that I blamed 					her, but still. The few clues I had weren’t much to go on. When I wasn’t public 					enemy number one, Ares had informed me in no uncertain terms that her eyes were 					blue, and Aphrodite swore up and down they were green.
   				Didn’t matter anyway. Eyes were eyes, and Iris didn’t deserve 					to have her emotions splashed all over the place. We might not have been big on 					privacy, but even that was crossing the line.
   				“I’m sorry,” she said. “It’s terrible of them to put you 					through that. Not even you deserve the cold shoulder from your whole family, 					even if you are an ass.”
   				“I think that’s about the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to 					me.”
   				“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it.” She touched my hand this 					time, barely a brush, but again it was more affection than anyone else had shown 					me. “I’m afraid I don’t exactly have the best news, either. You might want to 					stick around—there’s a good chance Zeus is going to call a meeting as soon as I 					find him.”
   				Fantastic. Another opportunity for the rest of the council to 					pretend I didn’t exist. “What sort of news?”
   				“The kind they’ll need Hades for,” she said, and I grimaced. 					Definitely not good. Hades normally avoided coming up here, only bothering for 					the big stuff that would affect his realm, too. And the things that affected the 					Underworld were never warm and fuzzy. Or easy to work out.
   				So much for having a halfway decent day, relatively speaking. 					And with Iris back, it would have been.
   				Sure enough, shortly after she ran off to track down Zeus, a 					booming voice filled my head. The council will convene in 						five minutes. Everyone is required to attend.
   				Apparently Iris hadn’t been overreacting. I couldn’t remember 					the last time I’d been required to attend a council 					meeting. Generally everyone came because if we didn’t, we’d risk getting kicked 					off, and going from kings to paupers wasn’t exactly the greatest feeling in the 					world. But being required to come was definitely something new.
   				I reached my throne first, of course, considering I was in the 					room anyway. Everyone else arrived promptly, and even Hades made it in under the 					wire, appearing right as Zeus took his seat. I eyed my father’s face. Brow knit, 					prominent frown. His usual cheery self.
   				“I am afraid Iris has brought news of Helios and Selene,” he 					said quietly. That was odd. No formal announcement that the m 
					     					 			eeting had started, 					no showing off and making sure everyone knew he was the one in charge. Just 					this. Dread settled over me. This wouldn’t be good.
   				“What about them?” said Demeter, her frown matching Zeus’s. At 					least I wasn’t the only one who had no idea what was going on. Why was Zeus 					worrying about Helios and Selene anyway? They were ancient gods, older than 					Athena, and while they weren’t part of the original six siblings that formed the 					council, they were powerful in their own right. God of the Sun and Goddess of 					the Moon, at least until Apollo and Artemis had more or less hijacked their 					roles. No doubt they could take care of themselves without Zeus’s so-called 					help.
   				He hesitated, focusing on the portal in the middle of our 					circle. “They’re gone.”
   				A murmur rippled through the council, and I sat up straighter. 					“What do you mean, gone?”
   				But of course Zeus didn’t respond. After ignoring me for so 					long, it was entirely possible he’d trained himself to tune me out. Wouldn’t put 					it past him. Across from me, however, Ares jumped to his feet, already reaching 					for his sheathed sword. Typical.
   				“We will scour the world until we find them, and we will show 					their captors what happens when one dares to kidnap a god,” he growled. “Hermes! 					Where are they?”
   				So now they wanted to talk to me, when I was the only one who 					could help them. But I wasn’t exactly in a position to demand any niceties, so 					with a sigh, I closed my eyes and dived down, focusing on the one clear memory I 					had of Helios. When I was six, he took me for a ride in his chariot—which, 					contrary to popular belief at that point in time, was not actually the sun. Just 					a representation of it, more or less. And that was when I spotted Apollo’s 					cattle, and the plotting started from there.
   				I focused on Helios’s face. Tan, with deep-set pale eyes and a 					narrow nose. The details were important; names sometimes weren’t enough, and the 					more I could picture who or what I wanted to find, the easier it was. Though I 					didn’t actually go anywhere, I felt as if I was flying above the earth, scouring 					the land for any sign of him. He’d be easy enough to spot—whatever I wanted to 					find stood out like sunshine against the greens and browns of earth.
   				But I couldn’t find him. I mentally circled the world three 					times, but nothing jumped out at me.
   				Great. I repeated the process again, this time picturing 					Selene’s pale, oval face and her doe eyes. I’d never met anyone who looked like 					her before, and it should’ve been easy to spot that unique glow.
   				Three times around again, and still nothing. I huffed with 					frustration. This never happened. I always found what I was looking for.
   				I opened my eyes, and everyone—even Demeter and Hades—was 					staring at me. My lips thinned. This wasn’t exactly the break I needed to get 					back on their good side. “I couldn’t find them.”
   				“What do you mean—” started Ares, but I cut him off.
   				“I mean, I couldn’t find them,” I snapped.
   				“Did you check the cold lands?” said Ares, and I nodded. “What 					about the Underworld?”
   				“Of course.” I wasn’t stupid. “They aren’t anywhere.”
   				Silence. Ares sat back down slowly, while everyone else glanced 					at one another, too afraid to say anything.
   				“You are sure?” said Zeus in a low voice, glaring at me as if 					this was my fault.
   				“I’m sure,” I said. “I checked three times. It’s like they 					don’t exist anymore.”
   				“Cronus warned us this might happen,” said Hera. “He said we 					would not last forever, dependent as we are on mortals. Our purpose is so 					wrapped up in them that when we are no longer needed—”
   				“But who among us is more necessary to mortal life than the sun 					and the moon?” said Demeter. The two of them glared at each other, and while 					normally I would’ve been on the edge of my seat in anticipation of a catfight, 					somehow now didn’t seem like the time.
   				Hera raised her chin half an inch so she could look down her 					nose at Demeter. Not that I was judging—I wasn’t Demeter’s biggest fan right 					now, either, after the way she’d treated Persephone. But still. Life and death, 					people. “I hardly see their importance now that Apollo and Artemis have usurped 					their roles.”
   				“We didn’t usurp anything,” said Artemis, bristling. On the 					other hand, maybe a catfight would help take our minds off this. “We apprenticed 					with them. We didn’t steal their jobs.”
   				“And yet here we are, with every shred of evidence pointing to 					Helios and Selene having faded,” said Hera. “Tell me, do you have any other 					explanation?”
   				Artemis clenched her hands. “I don’t know. Maybe Rhea went 					rogue.”
   				“And decided to kill them instead of us? I highly doubt 					it.”
   				Poseidon cleared his throat. He never spoke up much during 					meetings, since we mostly dealt with mortal problems, and the sea was his realm. 					But when he did, everyone paid attention. “If Hermes believes they are no longer 					present in any of the realms, then we have no reason to question it. His 					judgment is as sound as each of ours.”
   				Across from me, Hades hissed, but he said nothing. Coward. If 					he had something to say to me, he should’ve said it to my face.
   				“Hermes, do you believe they are gone?” said Zeus, and I 					nodded. Had to focus on the big picture here. Hades was never going to like me 					again no matter what I did—no point in wasting energy trying to win him 					over.
   				“If I can’t find them, then they’re nowhere at all. And the 					only explanation is that they’ve faded.”
   				A hush settled over the council again, and in the throne beside 					Ares, Aphrodite dabbed her eyes. “Are we next?”
   				“No.” Hephaestus set his hand over hers, ignoring Ares’s 					glares. “We are simply too important to fade like that.”
   				“So were Helios and Selene and who knows how many others,” said 					Athena. “How can we possibly be sure this isn’t the end of the age of gods?”
   				“How could it be?” said Hera. “Perhaps some minor gods may be 					facing the end, but we are indispensable. Mortals still need us.”
   				“For how long?” said Athena. “For another century? Millennia? 					How long until they have moved beyond us? Whether we want to acknowledge it or 					not, we are in danger, and we cannot continue to revel in ignorance. We must 					figure out why this is happening. If Helios and Selene are missing, there may be 					others, and our best shot is to find out who is gone and discover a common 					link.”
   				“I can help with that,” I said. It would take a while, tracking 					down every single god and goddess, but if it meant they would start treating me 					like family instead of a fungus, the time and effort had to be worth it. “And 					maybe I could go down to the surface as well, see what I can find.”
   				“Are you sure that is wise?” Hades’s voice seemed to fill the 					throne room, even though he was practically whispering. “May I remind the 					council what happened the last time Hermes offered his help where it was not 					welcome?”
   				My face grew hot. Who the hell did he think he was, talking to 					me like that? “Persephone has nothing to do with this,” I said.
   				“On the contrary. Perhaps if you had not been so engrossed in 					your affair, you would have done your duties and realized Helios’s and Selene’s 					absences sooner.”
   				So we were back to this again. “That was thousands of years 					ago,” I said through gritted teeth. “I am not Adonis. She did not die for me. 					Get over it already.”
   				“I will get over it when we are even,” he said, and a rumble of 					thunder interrupted my retort.
   				“Enough,” said Zeus quietly. “Bicker in your own time. Hermes, 					we will need to know 
					     					 			 who is still among us and who else has faded as soon as 					possible. But I do not see what mingling with mortals will accomplish.”
   				“But Athena just said—”
   				“Let Athena and the others deal with that,” he said. “You have 					your orders. Now, for once, do as you are told.”
   				Yes, I did have my orders: be mindlessly obedient when they 					needed me, and when they didn’t, shut up and be invisible, because no one wanted 					me there anyway. I’d been in trouble before—who hasn’t?—but this was a whole new 					level of punishment. I would’ve taken being banished from Olympus any day over 					being pushed out of my family.
   				But I didn’t protest, because it wouldn’t have changed things 					anyway, and I’d need my strength for this job. Social exile was exhausting 					enough as it was, and lethargy wasn’t a good look on me.
   				Zeus handed out a few more jobs, none of which consisted of 					going down to the surface and actually talking to mortals to see where we stood, 					and the council adjourned. Seconds later, Zeus floated a scroll toward me. 					Apparently not even my father wanted to get close enough to touch me.
   				“A list of every god and goddess we know of,” he said. “If you 					value your place on the council, you will have your report to me this time 					tomorrow.”
   				If I— Was he serious? Was he really going to strip me of my 					throne if I didn’t get this to him in time?
   				No, it had to be some kind of mind game. A way to scare me into 					submission, nothing more. Zeus had worked far too hard to ensure that the 					council was under his thumb, and if he upset the balance by removing me, Hera 					would be one vote away from taking the crown.
   				Then again, maybe he’d use me as an example. Show that anyone 					who dared to defy him was one swift kick in the ass away from joining Helios and 					Selene in the unknown. Either way, I didn’t have much time.