That B-rated stuff must’ve opened a lot of doors, because Poseidon’s son lived in a mansion. One of the huge houses we’d seen on the bluffs, overlooking the beach and ocean below. The place was a massive stone estate, several stories, complete with some fancy foreign car parked in front of the porch and double-glass doors.

“Was she in porn?” Hercules asked, and when we all looked at him, he shrugged massive shoulders. “What? We get porn in Olympus.”

“But not Supernatural ?” Alex asked. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

Hercules squinted. “I must check out this Supernatural.”

“Is your mother here now?” Aiden glanced over at Solos. If she was, this could be awkward. Of course, they’d break out the compulsion, so they probably weren’t that worried about it.

Gable shook his head as we walked up the wide set of stairs and then across a covered porch. “She’s actually in Europe with her latest husband.” Stopping by the doors, he tapped his fingers along a small black box. It beeped three times and then flashed green. He opened the door, and cool air rushed out. “No one is here.”

“Not even servants?” I asked.

He laughed. “We don’t have servants that live here. We do have cleaners that show up every other day, but it’s just me right now. And you all.”

“How locked down is this place?” Solos immediately went into security mode, scanning the atrium-style room.

“Like Alcatraz,” Gable replied, walking forward and around a round table with a beautiful fern sitting in the middle. “Once the alarm is set, no one is getting in without us knowing. We also have motion detectors inside and outside the house that can be turned on. I can hit the inside ones once everyone is down for the night.”

Directly in front of us, a huge spiral staircase led upstairs. To the right appeared to be some kind of library, and then there was a living room. I was afraid to touch any of the stuff. The furniture looked like it cost more than my college tuition did.

“Nice place,” commented Luke.

Seth didn’t say anything as we followed Gable through a dining room with a massive table and really cool-looking chairs with high gray-cushioned backs. Considering that he’d grown up wealthy, he was probably used to a place like this. All of these guys were used to it. After all, just experiencing their University told me that their society practically rolled around in the money.

Seth actually hadn’t said much the whole drive over here.

I was sure he just had a lot on his mind. It didn’t help that we were roughly in the same area where we’d spotted the shade.