Majorly fucked up.
Thanatos made a dark, derisive sound. “Don’t sound so surprised, human. Zeus is without care or mercy. He is only interested in one thing: power.”
I turned to Cronus, and maybe it was that with everything going on I hadn’t actually looked at him properly until now, but he was furious. His skin was glimmering copper, his eyes almost piercing blue with trails of gold, his jaw so hard and unyielding that it looked like it was made of stone. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. This was all my fucking fault.Shit. I was such a screw up.
Cronus’ eyes shuttered, and there was no way for me to tell what he was thinking.
“Are you … mad at me?” I pushed.
It bothered me that he was mad or disappointed in me. Why, I couldn’t say, because he’d been a disparaging prick from the first second I saw him. That included tossing me off a cliff. But I sort of felt like we’d moved past a lot of that and had been ... maybe ... friends. Or maybe frenemies? But definitely something.
“What do we do now?” Thanatos interrupted the stare-off I had going on with Cronus when he didn’t answer me. “The sins haven’t been released like this in centuries. You said all nine figures formed?”
“Yep,” I said, because Cronus was beyond words apparently. “And why are there nine? I thought there were seven deadly sins?”
Thanatos snorted. “Seven is just the most sins that have ever been released before. It almost ended the world. If all nine manifest fully…”
He trailed off, but I understood.
Nine meant we were totally and completely fucked.
