Page 187 of The Games Gods Play
I don’t see a single one with my name or Hades’ butterfly on it.
Turquoise flags with Athena’s symbol of an owl fly overhead, but here, she goes by her Roman name—Minerva. Her flags are interspersed with flags of the other major Olympian gods and their Roman names: Jupiter, Neptune, Juno, Venus, Mercury, Apollo, Diana, Mars, Vulcan, Bacchus, Ceres. Even a single black flag for my god, Pluto.
I’m shocked Athena is allowed to hold this here. Mortals will know something is going on. Or maybe from the outside it’s enchanted to look and sound no different than usual?
You have bigger worries right now, Lyra.
The Colosseum floor, which is also glass but completely clear, allows us to see the tunnels underneath, where gladiators and prisoners used to be held before their trials and fights above. The rock columns are filled in with glass, too, making a flat surface here at the stadium level but allowing me to see what looks like several levels of floors descending into the pits that together create…
A maze.
Multiple levels of it.
I fucking have this! I’ve grown up living in a maze—the tunnels under my city. I spent my childhood exploring all the parts of it.
This, I can do.
This, I can win!
“No!” The cry comes from Trinica. Horror twists her features as she shrinks away from something behind me so fast, she slams into Zai and they both stumble. But that has the rest of us looking, and I have to clap a hand over my mouth to stop from vomiting up my toast and tea.
There, on spikes, are the heads of the champions we’ve lost, skin sallow, eyes cloudy with death, and mouths open as if they are screaming.
Neve. Isabel. But also Dae’s grandmother…and Boone.
His cold, dead eyes stare down at me.
“It’s an illusion,” Jackie says.
She knows because she sees past illusions and glamours. I found that out because apparently she used it more openly during Hera’s Labor, Deimos and Phobos having no effect on her.
I stare at the heads in revulsion. An illusion—like so many of the horrors we’ve endured—but the effect is no less real. Like the dragon’s fire. I know Athena is playing the mental game with this move. I know it, but I just can’t let it stand. Especially when Rima silently reaches for Dae’s trembling hand.
I whirl on Athena in a snarl that would do Hades proud. “You’re a monster.”
The entire stadium gasps and, I swear, shifts back as one. Because they know. That’s a statement that should get me cursed in a way only the gods and goddesses have a talent for.
“Kill her!” an immortal with a vile sense of justice yells from the now-silent crowd.
“What’s wrong with Dex?” I hear Jackie mutter to my right.
Next to her, Dex is bouncing on his toes, mumbling “kill her, kill her” in a singsongy voice until Rima elbows him.
No one else takes up the call.
Athena merely smiles. “War and knowledge are both hard-won, hard-fought, harsh realities that you mortals don’t seem to be able to stomach. And yet they still exist. Unavoidable, inescapable, and as necessary as breathing.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way,” I argue. I’ve screwed myself already, so what’s a little more? “Only monsters, fiends, the willfully ignorant, and demons make the world that way.”
She tilts her chin down just slightly, eyes molten gold. “Call me a monster one more time, little mortal.”
I’m pretty sure the “ignorant” part is what pissed her off most.
I manage to keep my mouth shut, but I don’t stop glaring at her, my hands curling and uncurling at my sides.
Her smile turns smug. A taunt.
One that makes me mentally take a step back. Does she want me to challenge her? Holy shit, I think she does. She wants me to give her a reason to punish me that the Daemones can’t say is interference. What she doesn’t want is me competing. That’s why Boone is up there.
