DID... THIS?” Sasha’s face was as hard as granite. Each word was a compressed nugget of rage. “One of us,” Theo said. “A demigod. Has to be.” “How can you be so sure?” “Look at Rosalind’s head. That’s a single blow to the occipital. The indentation is more or less the size of a fist. And Melina. Someone grabbed her and slammed her against the wall hard enough to flatten the entire back of her head. Nobody human can do that. Nobody human could have pulled this off, especially against two skilled martial artists. The attack was sudden, unexpected, and carried out by someone with exceptional strength and speed.” “Gottlieb?” “No. Harry Gottlieb is human-nominal in almost every sense, apart from his immortality. He doesn’t have our capabilities.” “Then Arlington.” “More likely. Think how it must have gone down. The tray of food. Somebody brought that to the boat from the house. They knocked on the cabin door. Rosalind and Melina let them in. The person placed the tray on the table, then attacked.
