After spending two days straight tracking escaped prisoners through the forest, Detrick was exhausted. He had found a stream to cleanse himself in, but then he had needed sleep.

Finding a nice shady oak tree, he lay down and fell sound asleep with his helmet resting on the bridge of his nose to block out the light.

And that was why he never heard the demigod coming. It crept up on him stealthily. Quietly.

Its name was Cecilia.

She had ...