Whoever he’s obsessed with should immediately kill themself.
“So what did I miss?” Kharon asked slowly.
“Alex here—” Patro said slowly.
I looked over at my mentor in horror.Why is he drawing attention to me?Help?
“—was just threatening us.” Patro smirked at me meanly as he spoke to Kharon. “She was saying that she was going to purposefully die so we couldn’t become generals.”
I bit down on my lower lip and tasted copper.
Kharon chewed carefully.
“Is that so?” he asked slowly, his raspy voice reverberating through the room like a warning. “How—interesting.”
Images flashed of blood splattering as a predator feasted on my carcass.
Kharon’s expression was blank,tooblank. Something evil bubbled beneath his surface.
There was a ferality about him, like he was one wrong move away from shedding a facade of civility and going on a killing rampage.
“I was j-joking.” I forced out a pitiful laugh.
Kharon swallowed, and the words on his throat bobbed. “I would hope so,” he said softly as he licked sugar off his thumb.
His nails were painted black, and a skeleton was tattooed across the top of his right hand.
Ice-blue eyes held my gaze.
Goosebumps exploded across my body.
For some reason, he was staring at me with laser focus, like he was trying to see into my soul.
I stared down at the table, neck prickling under the weight of his cruel gaze as my life flashed before my eyes.
“Hades,” Kharon said softly, “wants me to go over intel and strategy with you two about Titan movements before we go on our next mission.”
He’s talking about the Assembly of Death.
“I’m gonna crash in my room here at your lovely shed for the next few days,” he added. “While my partner is otherwise occupied.”
Shed? This is the nicest house I’ve ever seen. He should see where I live.
Chairs squeaked as my mentors stood up.
I tilted my head to the side to keep them in my peripheral vision as I remained seated.
Patro bowed deeply to Kharon. “We’re delighted by your company—weliveto serve you, oh great fearsome one,” he said, voice full of deference. “Not all of us can live in a villa like you.”
My jaw dropped.
Do they worship him because he’s an heir? Isn’t Kharon twenty-six, only a few years older than Patro?
Patro burst into laughter, and Kharon rolled his eyes.
It was a joke.
Who would ever jest with that monster?
