“Then he can't kill Vervain,” Trevor declared in relief. “We all know how important she is to the future.”
“Sure,” Hades agreed. “But is she important to the cycle of time?”
“And there are other ways of hurting me, Honey-Eyes,” I whispered to Trevor as I looked at him pointedly.
Trevor sighed and nodded.
“So, we're dealing with a god who could rewrite history and a goddess who can unite the Greek Gods against us,” Thor summed it up.
“It looks as if we have two gods to kill,” Mr. T said.
We all stared at him in shock; Mr. T was even more calm and collected than his wife and son. I had never heard him suggest violence, much less outright declare that someone needed to die.
“We don't have the time to search for other solutions,” Mr. T explained. “Hades' initial suggestion was right; we must kill Nyx, but before we do that, we must kill this god who could change everything. Kill the Time God and we foil Nyx's plan.”
“Where can find Aion?” I asked Pan.
“Hell; I don't know,” Pan grumbled. “I figured out who it was, can't the rest of you find him?”
“I'll send my agents out,” Hades offered.
“I'll contact the Olympian Council,” Persephone added. “You're one of the Twelve now, Vervain, and Aion is a Greek. They'll help us find him.”
“Okay; let's meet back here when we have something,” Thor said.
Everyone agreed, and we started heading out of the room.
“Vervain,” Thor stopped me. “Maybe you should take Lesya to Faerie for now.”
“Faerie's time is aligned with ours, remember? Faerie can't protect her,” I said gently. “But thank you for worrying about my daughter.”
“It's not just her that I'm worried about.” Thor squeezed my hand. “You've come a long way, and we can't let anything jeopardize that.”
“I know,” I whispered as I watched Kirill walk over to us with Lesya.
Kirill had stayed out of the meeting so he could look after our daughter, but he must have stayed close enough to listen in. He had a grim look on his face and worry in his sapphire eyes.
“Uncle Torr,” Lesya said happily when she saw Thor.
Lesya reached out her arms, and Thor swept her up above his head.
“How's my little lioness?” Thor asked as Lesya squealed.
“Higher!” Lesya cried.
“Higher it is,” Thor said as he carried Lesya out of the room.
“Maybe Zor is right,” Kirill murmured; his Russian accent changing Thor's name into something even more exotic. Like father, like daughter. “Maybe you should take her to Faerie.”
“If someone changes our past, Kirill, it won't matter where she is,” I whispered. “The changes will affect her.”
“Zey may erase her completely,” Kirill growled.
“That has occurred to me.” I gave him a heavy look. “And so much more could be lost.”
“Ve must find zis god, and fast,” he declared.
I looked over at our giggling daughter and felt my stomach clench with fear.
