"If we took this deal, you wouldn't get revenge. Y ou wouldn't get to kill us

all. Isn't that what you want?"

 

His good eye flared. "All I want is respect, Jackson. The gods never gave me

that. Y ou wanted me to go to your stupid camp, spend my time crammed into the

Hermes cabin because I'm not important? Not even recognized?"

 

He sounded just like Luke when he'd tried to kill me in the woods at camp four

years ago. The memory made my hand ache where the pit scoipion had stung me.

 

"Your mom's the goddess of revenge," I told Ethan. "We should respect that?"

 

"Nemesis stands for balance! When people have too much good luck, she tears them

down."

 

"Which is why she took your eye?"

 

"It was payment," he growled. "In exchange, she swore to me that one day I would

tip the balance of power. I would bring the minor gods respect. An eye was a

small price to pay."

 

"Great mom."

 

"At least she keeps her word, unlike the Olympians. She always pays her debts —