[Location: Nameless Cafe, New York]
"So, let me get this straight; now that I've somehow killed Ares's avatar while devouring a piece of his divinity at it, Olympus got their panties in a twist and will hound me to the end of time."
I leaned back in the chair, the cheap wood creaking as if it, too, shared my disbelief. The Nameless Café wasn't much to look at—dim lamps, peeling wallpaper, the faint smell of roasted beans cut with something almost metallic—but it was quiet. Quiet enough for me to hear Artemis grinding her teeth across the table.
The goddess sat rigid, her bow leaning against the wall beside her like a silent executioner. Her silver hair framed her face in soft strands, but nothing about her posture was soft. Every line screamed tension, from the way she tapped her finger against the porcelain cup to the way her eyes—moonlit and sharp—cut across the space between us.
