Remarkable. Nearly eaten by a monstrous gargoyle and he was ready to fight again within hours. The boy stood next to Dionysus, watching him intensely. Dionysus stared right back. Dionysus said, “What do you propose we do, David?” “Forget Cassandra. The human girl is too valuable to waste on a trade.” David’s words were cold, uncaring, businesslike. Dionysus decided to put him to the test. “We can’t just abandon one of the New Archangels. What if it were you that was captured, David? What then?” “I would say the same thing. My life is forfeit compared to carrying out The Plan.” Dionysus was impressed. He detected only truth in the boy’s words. Of course, the boy was extremely hard to read, his voice monotone, bland, emotionless, like something out of a thriller movie where the killer is a child sociopath looking to chop his family to bits before snacking on their body parts. “What if I disagree with you, decide to make the trade?” He was testing him again. The boy’s eyes never left his.
