“I’m not Ares. My name is Rafe Petrov. My father is Ivan Petrov. He’s been imprisoned for three and a half years. Tomorrow, I finally bring him home.” Leo and Hedeon stare at me with near-equal expressions of astonishment. “Okay . . . that is not what I was expecting you to say,” Leo remarks. Despite the fact that the night has been a fucking disaster, and I’ve now involved two more people in this mess, I feel the strangest sense of lightness, like my bones have been replaced with helium. I’m finally telling the truth.
