But Seth liked me. He’d said I was his salvation.

And I liked him.

A lot.

I was also a demigod, Apollo’s daughter, so there was that.

And Seth was the Apollyon, the product of a half-blood and pure-blood, created by the recently deceased Ares, and I was already as powerful as I could be, once I got the knack of controlling my newly discovered abilities.

His amber-colored eyes, shining like precious stones, narrowed. “Are you awake? Or is this some kind of creepy sleepwalking thing?”

My lips twitched into a small grin. “I’m awake.”

“So . . .” He rolled onto his back, sliding an arm behind his head, and I sort of got hung up on watching the way his biceps flexed and rolled. “You’re just sitting up and staring at me while I sleep?”

I rolled my eyes. “No.”

“That’s not what it looks like.”

“I was actually sitting up and staring at the wall until you interrupted me.”

He lowered his other hand, resting it low on his flat stomach. From my vantage point, he almost looked nude under the blanket, but unfortunately he wasn’t. “That’s not weird or anything.”

“Whatever,” I said, fixing the strap on the tank top I was wearing. “You’re weird.”

Those lips tipped further up on the corner. “You’re hot.”

I rolled my eyes again, but I was totally flattered.

His head tilted to the side. “A dream?”

The warm and fuzzy feeling of flattery faded away, and I nodded.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I cleared my throat as I pushed my hair back over my shoulder. “Just a weird dream.”

His stare was intent as he studied me quietly. This wasn’t the first nightmare I’d had after the showdown with the Titan. And not just any Titan. Hyperion. The godly being my father had entombed thousands of years ago, and who was now loose, hell-bent on revenge. I’d somehow sent him packing when my demigod abilities had been unlocked, but he’d be back.

I knew that.

He and the other Titans that had escaped would keep coming back until we located the other five demigods, unlocked their abilities, and managed to join our abilities in order to entomb the Titans back in Tartarus.

Of course, we had no idea where the other demigods were or how we could find them. Or how we were seriously going to entomb them again. Apollo hadn’t let us in on that information yet.

Though I wanted it to be the last nightmare, so badly, I knew better. Those hours with the Titan had felt like an eternity, and I tried, really tried not to dwell on them. I probably could use some therapy.

Wait. Could demigods get therapy? Like was there a specialist around these parts focusing on the mental health of mystical beings?