The sound came from the left—low, slick, and deliberate.
Something was moving between the trees.
I inhaled, drawing in the air, sorting through the layers of scent. Salt. Blood. Wet stone. Decay.
And something else—something colder, older.
“Thethys…” I murmured, my hand already glowing faintly blue.
“I feel it,” she said, her tone tight. “That’s not a Ketos. It’s something worse.”
Maybe I should buy a freaking lottery ticket, because my luck is outstanding!
Not.
“Worse?” I arched a brow, my lips twitching despite the dread in my gut. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific. I’ve had a very long day, and I’m running low on patience—and ribs.”
“Don’t mock me, Anika. I think Poseidon raised a child of the deep.”
The ground vibrated again—softer this time, but steady, rh
