Fuck. Muscles locked up. Heart picked up. Skin hummed. And that closet was looking more and more like a place we needed to investigate.

Josie kissed my cheek and then settled back. “I thought you should be reminded of that.” Taking my hand, she squeezed gently. “Ready?”

Those three words struck me silent as I led her to the room the crew was in. They were three words I wasn’t used to hearing. I didn’t think I’d ever be.

Everyone was pretty much where they’d been when I left, except the cartons of food were closed and Aiden was sitting while Alex stood next to Deacon and Luke.

“Found her.” I shut the door behind us, keenly aware that everyone in the room noticed our joined hands. I was . . . weirdly proud of that. “And she has something very interesting to share.”

Josie waved her closed hand at everyone, and one quick glance showed that her face was a shade somewhere between red and fire-engine red. She focused on Deacon. “I went to the library and I finally found the librarian.”

“What?” He slapped his hands down on the table, rattling empty water bottles, his expression crestfallen. “Are you kidding me? The one day I don’t go and you find her?”

“Librarian?” Aiden asked, leaning forward.

Josie caught him and Alex up on the whole vague Apollo message to find this librarian. “I saw her today. She’s not the only thing I saw.” Whirling to face me, excitement practically poured out of her. “Oh my gosh, I forgot to tell you. I saw a Pegasus today. Like a real, live Pegasus, and it was amazing. I got to touch it. It liked me. I think. I mean, it didn’t kick or bite me.”

Aiden cocked his head to the side, his brows lifting. The dumbfounded look on his face was pretty priceless.

“Are you high?” Deacon asked, and then laughed. “Because if so, I want whatever you’re smoking.”

His brother turned and looked at him.

“What?” Deacon shrugged, sitting back in the chair. “That sounds like some good shit.”

“I wasn’t high.” Josie slipped her hand free and walked over to the table. She put the vial down. “This is blood of the Pegasus.”

“You bled the Pegasus?” Horror etched into Alex’s expression.

“Geez! No. It didn’t come from the one I saw. At least, I don’t think it did.” Josie frowned as she stepped back, standing next to me. “Athena brought it.”

“Athena?” Luke eyed the vial and then carefully picked it up, turning it over in his hand. “Like, the Athena?”

“Yes. And the librarian is—you guys are never going to believe this, but she’s Medusa. Like snakes in the hair and creepy eyes and everything,” Josie explained in a rush, and now I was staring at her with the same expression as Aiden. “Apparently Perseus never killed her. That was a lie.”