'So I was right? You can't kill me? Or hurt me?' I asked Zeus, willing my confidence to build as my palms began to sweat. Sweat was my body's default reaction to any stress. Stupid body. Zeus looked into my eyes as he waved his hands, and eleven other thrones appeared on the dais, the rose throne vanishing. He sank slowly into his own seat. 'Not during the Trials, no. And anyway, I don't want to hurt you. There are many other things I'd rather do with you...' A stronger wave of heat blew over me, and I thought I saw Hades' chest solidify under the smoke for a second. 'Right,' I said, flexing
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