Tonight could not have gone more perfectly. It was obvious that Peter was green with envy, realizing what he’d thrown away, coming to the conclusion that he had to have it back. I wouldn’t have been surprised if he showed up at Claudia’s door tonight and begged her to forgive him. Plus, we had just dropped off Orion’s spirit basket on his front porch, and even though he hadn’t been there when I pressed the bell, I knew he was going to get it and I knew he was going to love it. If the way to a man’s heart really was through his stomach, those raspberry cheesecake bars I’d been up half the night baking were going to make him mine. Things were good. Until I saw Hephaestus sitting in the foyer, waiting for me. “The shit has officially hit the fan,” he said darkly. I closed the door with a final-sounding click. “What shit are we talking about?” “Artemis and Apollo,” he said, earning my full attention. “They found a way to bust through Zeus’s cloak, and they know where Orion is.
