Page 64 of Warrior

Is either man responsible for the dead informant pinned to my club?

It had to be Gabriel… he was sending a message.

Then what hand has Kade played in my torment?

And for Saint to just…

“Artemis.” The devil—Saint Hart—swims in front of my face. “Are you okay?”

His voice comes from a long way off.

“He wants to make things right.”

He’s talking about Kade.

I blink hard, and the bubble around me pops. “Then why’d he send you to champion him?”

He steps back. Careful, cautious, angry Saint. Am I just supposed to forgive everyone? Pretend the last few weeks didn’t happen?

I didn’t wake up.

Kade and Gabriel?—

I turn away. Not just that. I don’t stop. I keep going, until I fully admit to myself that I’m running away.

One placethey won’t look for me: Jace’s old hideout on the water.

I curl up on the cot, which reminds me a little too much of the one Kade had set up in his lonely, evil, empty house. I hope Nyx agrees that the place deserved to be burnt to a crisp. I hope she got a bit of satisfaction out of it, too.

My sleep is restless, to the point where I’m not sure if I actually fell asleep or simply tricked myself into believing it because of how still I lay. When the sun creeps up, lightening the sky through the far window, I give up on pretending.

Jace kept the place stocked well enough.

My phone, plugged into an outlet just out of my reach, lights up with an incoming message. I groan and reach for it.

I scan the message, and my heart sinks.

Another body.

I call my brother.

“Hey,” he answers on the second ring. “You’re up early.”

“Early bird gets the worm,” I reply. “I don’t suppose the sheriff called Jace before he texted me?”

Pause.

“No,” Apollo replies. “What’s up?”

“Another body. Can you send me some details on your missing informant?”

He swears. “Where was it found?”

I press my lips together.

“Olympus?” he guesses.

“Yeah,” I finally murmur. I tug on my boots, keeping the phone trapped between my ear and shoulder while I lace them. “I’m headed there now.”

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