I narrowed my eyes on the flawless, golden girl. “I assume I owe you thanks.”

Phoebe glanced up, her eyes trailing over all of us. There was one thing off about her smile, about the best way she held herself, the sweetness of her voice. “I did not prevent from a spot of selflessness. I’ve seen the prophecy in your again.”

I stiffened, energy blaring from my curse marks, however she went on in an ethereal, breathless tone, “I do know you purpose to kill my brother Cronus. The trail you are each on now, you and he shall be equal while you lastly meet. However I am unable to see who will survive.”

“When you simply got here right here to offer us creepy prophecies, you may fuck proper off,” Harvey snapped, stalking throughout the rug to face at my facet. I settled my hand on his again and despatched a rush of consolation by way of our bond, wincing on the many-fanged panic biting by way of his soul.

“I got here to offer you one other warning,” Phoebe disagreed, frowning on the lower than heat reception she was receiving. She rested her joined arms on her knee, her legs crossed beneath her yellow costume, the very image of gentility. I didn’t purchase it. She blinked huge, glowing eyes at us and mentioned, “And to let you know how one can tip the scales in your favour. I’ve seen each timeline. Each failure—and every one is due to the prisons.”

“The prisons,” Harvey murmured, jolting at my facet like a bolt of lightning had struck him. “Shit, I forgot about them. Renna and Tali informed us about them whereas we had been in Olympus—Cronus is conserving gods and their children in them. There are 4 of them.”

“5,” Phoebe corrected, fluttering a hand. “One is so secret nobody else is aware of of it—it is the place his strongest victims are stored. So long as the prisons are full, you’ll lose.”

“I am not combating him,” I snarled, my abdomen twisting up right into a pretzel. “I am accomplished. I am not going wherever close to Cronus, so it would not matter how many individuals he—eats. It will not have an effect on us.”

Phoebe gave me a pitying look that acquired my hackles up. Emlyn growled in sympathy, however the prophet, goddess, no matter was unaffected by his warning.

“Both you go to him, or he’ll come to you; there is no escaping a prophecy.” Her smile turned unhappy, her eyes downcast, nearly real. “I used to be the one who prophesied the phrases inked in your again, are you aware? He pulled out my fingernails and branded me on the injuries till I might do nothing however scream for mercy. I might decided to by no means give him what he needed, however he at all times wins.” When she lifted her head and smiled wider, I noticed the true predator in her and I inhaled sharply, shuddery throughout. “The prophecy did not give him what he needed although. Futures are like that. He needed proof of his invincibility, however as an alternative discovered his demise.”

I reached for my mates’ souls, ensuring we had been all secure, and couldn’t escape the horror of how casually Phoebe spoke about somebody ripping out her fingernails and branding the nail beds.

“I’ve had my fingernails ripped out so many occasions I’ve misplaced depend,” Wane’s delicate, raspy voice made me bounce as he appeared within the doorway, with Verena pale-faced however obvious at his facet. “That does not imply we will put Haley at risk. You heard what she mentioned—we’re not combating Cronus. We’re accomplished.”

“You may’t outrun destiny,” Phoebe whispered, the temperature of the sitting room dropping dramatically. I shivered violently, the shudders lastly ripping free when an unnatural golden haze spilled throughout the room, staining impartial furnishings, heat brown partitions, and each certainly one of my household in butter-yellow mild.

I shot Verena and Wane a tough look and so they hurried throughout the room to us, displaying a unified entrance of weapons and magic.

She laughed, the sound not remotely human, and added, “However you are welcome to strive. You’ll die. All of you—and there shall be no coming again this time.”

Goosebumps rose all down my physique, energy hanging within the air like a veil, blurring the whole lot, as Phoebe rose from her seat by the fireplace. My intestine clenched. I wanted to run however—my toes wouldn’t transfer. Oh god, I used to be trapped.

She solid a gradual stare over all of us, now not smiling. “I helped you as soon as, Wynvail, and also you ignored me. You nearly misplaced the whole lot.”

Wyn clenched his jaw, his eyes straying to me.

“Do not make that mistake twice. There isn’t any escaping Cronus; there may be solely defeating him. The prisons are his buffet. Empty them.”

Her glowing gaze shifted to me, and tingles of screaming warning coated my physique, her energy triggering my flight instincts like loopy. I waited for ache, waited for her to grab management of my physique, however neither occurred. I knew she might crush the life out of me with zero effort. Why didn’t she?

Who was she? I actually ought to have accomplished extra analysis into mythology after I had downtime.

“Your good friend is within the worst jail. He’ll devour her quickly.”

“Renna,” I gasped, resuming the flexibility to talk when her stare moved to Emlyn. Chilly premonition sluiced down my backbone, or possibly that was a chilly sweat.

Threatening or creepy or not, I didn’t assume Phoebe was mendacity. It made sense. There was little doubt this goddess had her personal agenda, however how did Renna play into it? How did we?

“Fuck,” Kai breathed, trembling with restraint or rage beside me.

When Phoebe’s consideration drifted to Verena, Harvey and I moved swiftly, hiding her behind us whereas everybody else surrounded her in a protecting swarm.

“Do not even take a look at her,” Emlyn growled at Phoebe, his entire physique swelled and bulging with muscle.

I blinked and shadows erupted round us, a protecting wall slamming down between us and the menace.

“That is overkill,” Verena muttered behind me.

“You had been fathered by Apollo,” Phoebe mentioned to her, among the otherworldliness leaving her, the gold haze fading from the air. “Apollo is my grandson. You have got the identical eyes.”

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