“Wow, that wassexy,” Nyx hissed as she slithered around my shoulders. “I need to find four or five good men like them—only a harem couldhandleall this woman … if you know what I mean.”
It was a testament to how stressed I was that I didn’t react to her perverted ramblings.Who would ever want that many husbands?I could barely handle two.
Hunching low, keeping my face concealed, I slunk along the edge of the room.
There.
I saw my target.
Falling to my hands and knees, I crept the remaining distance. Heart pounding erratically, I was so close.
The floor bounced as everyone jumped in unison, fists held high.
I stopped on the edge of the dance floor, behind a vibrating speaker. It was a mess of chords.
Panic filled me.
Unfamiliar with advanced technologies, I’d assumed there would be one plug for the speaker. This was a complicated system, and the music was hurting my head.
I didn’t have time to figure it out.
Sitting back on my heels, thoughts racing, I almost missed it.
A piece of tape had squiggly sea symbols written across it.
I’d heard about such a language—it was the writing of sirens. I focused on the letters, hoping it would work.
Slowly, they rearranged themselves.
Just like when I spoke siren, one second it was gibberish, and the next it made complete sense.
“Unplug this orange cord and plug into the USB port below. Love, Lena.”
Arrows pointed with the instructions.
Please work.
Holding my breath, I pulled my calculator from my pocket, ripped out the orange cable, shoved the end plug into the port on the side of my calculator, and … I nearly passed out with relief. It fit.
The music shut off.
People grumbled and shouted.
The floor stopped vibrating as the jumping stopped.
Fumbling, I pressed buttons on my calculator, until I got to the saved recording logs. I pressed Enter on the last one, heart in my throat, sweat streaking with fear.
My recorded voice filled the room. “Vyco.”
The room fell silent.
I stood up, stepping onto the speakers so everyone could see me.
Zeus’s voice boomed over the speakers. “What … about him?”
“He was working for you.”
“So … what?”
