The boat rocked beneath my feet as I stepped onto the worn wooden dock. The scent of salt and earth clung to the air. Mainland Greece always felt heavier—too still, too loud.
The moment my shoes hit solid ground, Thethys’ voice rippled in my mind. "We should be careful, Poseidon could be anywhere."
“I know,” I murmured, tightening the strap of my pack. “That’s what worries me.”
The village was quiet. Too quiet. The horizon burned gold and rose as the sun dipped, painting long shadows through the olive trees flanking the narrow dirt path. I followed it, keeping my senses wide open—every heartbeat in the air, every shift of energy pulsing through the ground beneath me.
My destination wasn’t far. The bar would be easy to reach, but I'm sure their meeting will be later. I started walking,
