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she dressed the like epitome of a Greek goddess.
    When Zeke didn’t respond she impatiently tapped her fingers against her arm.  “Well… are we done Zeus?”  She glared at me from across the room, the angles in her face so harsh they could have been carved from stone. 
    I glared right back.  “Obviously.”  She could probably snap me in half unless we were in the Underworld. 
    The golden eyed guy snorted from beneath his book.
    “Shut up Apollo,” Demeter hissed.
    Ah, the sun god.  Should have known.  Should I thank him for my lovely tan?
    Zeke’s eyes remained on me as if afraid I’d disappear.  “I’ll see you later Demeter.”
    With an arrogant toss of her bronze hair Demeter spun around and slinked down one of the halls leading toward the rest of Olympus.  Aphrodite led Apollo out of the room and a reluctant Dionysus and company. 
    Damn.  I didn’t mean for her to leave me alone with Zeke.  As I stared at him, tracing his handsome features I couldn’t help but get bombarded with images of us together.  Even though my friends didn’t remember we dated for several weeks I did.  So did any other god or demigod including him and Hayden. We had made out.  A lot.  I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find him attractive.  I’d also be lying if I said I didn’t care about him.  Obviously that was the reason I was here.  But the hurt kept me from relaying any of that to Zeke.  And it was a good thing.  He’d probably try using it to get closer, something Hayden was very afraid of.
    He clasped his hands in front of him as if to keep from reaching out toward me again.  “Hartley, what are you doing here?”
    My lips tightened, suddenly second guessing my decision.  What if Zeke and Hera did something really drastic to stop Ixion?  What if Hayden was right?
    His golden eyebrow arched questioningly.  “Does Hayden know you’re here?”
    “Of course.” Zeke could detect the lie lingered in my quick response.  I shrugged.  “He will .”
    “He’ll be angry.”
    I scoffed.  “I can handle Hayden.”
    Zeke’s mouth lifted slightly, threatening a smile.  “You’re the only one who can.”
    That almost smile made me think of never seeing it again and a little flutter of panic struck my chest.  I should just tell him.  I was already here. 
    I let out a long sigh and pointed to a chair.  “Maybe you should sit.”
    His brow furrowed.  “That bad?”
    I nodded.
    Zeke found the white bench I shared with Hera the first time I visited Mt. Olympus—before I knew she was my mother. 
    I shook my head, shattering those anger inducing thoughts.  I crossed my arms against my chest and rocked on my feet, stalling.  What was I waiting for?
    Zeke’s blue eyes raked over me, slowly taking in my appearance.  I realized I was barefoot in tiny black cheerleading shorts that said Lions on the butt and a red Hollister hoodie.  What had I been thinking coming in my pajamas?
    Words were unnecessary.  The expression on Zeke’s face was enough to make me know what he was thinking.  That I looked hot.  Of course I did, but it wasn’t for him.
    “I left Hayden sleeping in my bed so I better just blurt it out.”  That promptly wiped the grin off his face.  “A guy named Ixion escaped from Tartarus.”
    Color drained from Zeke’s face while his eyes blinked confusedly, the pupils suddenly unfocused.  “That’s not possible,” he whispered more to himself than me.
    I shrugged.  “On the way back from the beach we almost crashed into the wheel thingy you had him strapped to, which is disgusting by the way.”
    He ignored my insult, his eyes beginning to flash with lightning.  He rubbed his knees.  “This is not good.”
    No duh.
    He paused and glanced accusingly at me.  “Hayden wasn’t going to tell me?”
    I bit my lip and absentmindedly traced a gold vein in the marble floor with my toe.  “He wanted to wait in case you did something rash.”
    He scoffed.
    I shot him an