My brain sort of emptied out, which was probably a good thing, because I’d been stressing since I’d left the library. Medusa’s parting warning was more than unsettling. I had a feeling they’d given me the toxin with the idea that it wasn’t just for the Titans. Knots of unease had formed in my belly. It wasn’t that I believed that I’d ever have to use it against Seth, but it was the fact that they thought I’d have to.

That was what bothered me.

“Holy. Shit,” murmured Deacon, breaking the silence.

I blinked once, and then twice. Hercules was still standing there, a smirk on his well-formed lips. The demigod was striking. A head full of blond, wavy hair. Eyes as blue as the morning sky, and his muscles had muscles. They strained the white shirt he wore, and even his thighs bulged in a way that made me think the seam of his jeans would explode at any given minute.

“I see you all know who I am,” Hercules said. “Not that I’d expect anything else. After all, I am the Hercules.”

My brows rose.

Seth snorted.

“Hercules is a dick,” Apollo stated, and the demigod shrugged his shoulders. Obviously that wasn’t the first time he’d heard that. “But he’s the only one Zeus would allow out of Olympus. He will be able to locate the other demigods.”

“Because I’m that awesome,” Hercules replied.

Apollo sighed as he rolled his eyes. “And as I said, he’s a bit of a dick.”

“A bit of a dick?” Seth murmured, his gaze moving from the tips of Hercules’s boots to the top of the blond head. “A small dick?”

Oh my God.

Alex smacked her hand over her mouth.

“You’d like to find out, wouldn’t you?” Hercules replied.

Seth snickered. “I don’t need to go on a search and find mission to discover what’s already obvious.”

Oh. My. God.

The demigod stepped forward. Empty bottles on the table rattled. “I’ve heard about you, Apollyon. I’ve heard all about you.”

“Oh my,” whispered Deacon. He elbowed Luke with glittering silver eyes. Aiden and Alex stood.

Apollo folded his arms. “You two will be making out soon, I see.”

“I’m not surprised,” Seth replied, ignoring Apollo. One side of his lips kicked up. “After all, I am that Apollyon.”

“Something to be proud of,” Hercules replied.

Well, this was going downhill fast.

Seth lifted his chin. “At least what you’ve heard about me is true. You? Mostly myth, right? I bet Daddy makes sure everyone thinks you’re a big, bad—”

“No,” snapped Apollo as Hercules raised his hand. A white glimmer danced over the demigod’s knuckles. “You cannot hurt the Apollyon.”

Seth’s smirk grew to epic proportions. “Damn straight.”