Before I could protest, a thousand scraps of garbage surged off the bottom and

flew straight at me from both directions: broken glass, rocks, cans, tires.

 

I was expecting it, though. The water in front of me thickened into a shield.

The debris bounced off harmlessly. Only one piece got through — a big chunk of

glass that hit my chest and probably should've killed me, but it shattered

against my skin.

 

The two river gods stared at me.

 

"Son of Poseidon?" East asked.

 

I nodded.

 

"Took a dip in the Styx?" Hudson asked.

 

"Yep."

 

They both made disgusted sounds.

 

"Well, that's perfect," East said. " Now how do we kill him?"

 

"We could electrocute him," Hudson mused. "If I could just find some jumper

cables — "