“You’re late,” the man said. “Lord Theseus isn’t gonna be happy.” “Lord Theseus can suck it,” said Dionysus. “His wife isn’t the only patient I have in this hospital.” Dionysus was proud of that retort. The man—Tannis, Dionysus recalled—slammed his palm against Dionysus’s chest, halting him in his tracks. The god met the man’s beady-eyed gaze. “Watch your mouth, Doctor.” Dionysus pushed his hand away. “How will your boss feel when he learns you delayed me further?” Tannis scowled at him but took a step back.
