/Ajaxson POV/

The sun was hanging low in the sky when Ajaxson woke up alone on the cold hardwood floor. His Palace was eerily quiet as he got up and massaged his temples against the dizziness that came over him.  

The Greek God found his rumpled clothes in the main room and then ran to the bathroom to dry heave over the toilet.  Nothing came up but a trickle of bile that burned his throat. He felt clammy while his body shook, planting each step firmly ...