For once, I was relieved Adam had already risen. After I’d fallen back to sleep following Asclepius’s ultimatum, my subconscious had become a nightmare realm. The fright fest had featured all the greatest hits: Maisie calling me a murderer, Cain taunting me with promises of pain, and Tristan telling me I was a huge disappointment. Maisie and Cain I could handle. I didn’t have to face them that evening. But Tristan was waiting for me not a hundred yards from the safety of my bed. I had no illusions that convincing him to see me as more than an inconvenient guest would be easy. But I refused to take no for an answer. I wasn’t sure if I was the Chosen, but I knew I was the most motivated to do whatever it took to end Cain. Including, it appeared, murdering Nyx. I’d hoped that sleeping on the issue would present some sort of new solution, but I just couldn’t figure out a way around it. I still needed to talk to Adam, but I had a sinking feeling he wouldn’t be able to offer me a viable solution either.
