“And that is where I come in. It’s why I am incredibly useful.” Herc looked around the room, as if he was making sure everyone was focused on him. Over his shoulder, I saw Luke roll his eyes. “I can sense other demigods—”

“Yes,” Seth cut in, sounding bored. “We know. Your super-special spidey senses allow you to sniff out other demigods.”

His eyes narrowed. “I am super-special.”

Aiden closed his eyes as he scratched his fingers through his dark hair. Beside him, Alex bit down on her lip.

I stepped in before the conversation derailed. “But how are we going to use that now? Can you sense where the demigods are now?”

Herc smiled as he checked me out, and he didn’t even try to hide it. His gaze lingered in areas that made me feel like I was standing there nude. “Why don’t you and I take this conversation—”

“Do you want to die?” Seth asked casually. “For real this time?”

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Herc winked at me, and I couldn’t tell if this dude was for real or not. “I’m not sure if you know this or not, but I’ve slayed many beasts—the Nemean lion, the nine-headed hydra, a fire-breathing Cacus. I could keep going—”

“Please don’t,” Apollo said with a sigh, and I placed my hand on the back of Seth, balling my fingers around his shirt. “No one cares.”

Herc snorted. “Everyone cares.”

“I kind of care,” Deacon suggested. “I mean, I want to hear about the nine-headed—”

“Shut up, Deacon,” Aiden said.

Looking over his shoulder, Herc grinned. “We’ll talk later.”

Deacon beamed.

“I didn’t bring him here first,” Apollo explained. “That’s what’s been taking so long. I took him around the whole damn globe—”

“It was a lot of fun,” Herc added.

“It was horrible,” Apollo replied stoically, and my lips twitched. “We were able to find the locations of three of the demigods—ones not captured by the Titans. We couldn’t locate the captured ones.”

“Huh. Not so special then,” murmured Seth.

Luke choked on what sounded like a laugh.

Apollo’s irises disappeared, replaced by fathomless white orbs that spit tiny bolts of light.

“Uh-oh,” whispered Alex.

“One of the demigods is in Canada, near the city of Thunder Bay. Another is located in a small village called Pluckley. It’s in Britain. I’m sure you’ve never heard of it.”

“Actually,” Luke drawled, “it’s supposedly one of the most haunted villages in all of Britain, so that’s kind of ironic that a demigod . . . Okay,” he said, eyes widening when Apollo faced him with a less than impressed pinch to his face. “Never mind.”