She crossed her arms over her chest, and I realized this was my first true look at Mercalia James. This woman—who looked like a gutter rat had cut her hair, who had play-fought with Leo the moment we entered the house—now held the air of Poseidon on the ship of Odysseus. Powerful. Unmovable. The warning of a tsunami on the horizon, the threat of revenge for a loved one left hurt in the wake.
