"Poseidon, Ares, and Hephaestus," Zeus said, his voice carrying the kind of finality that usually preceded cosmic disasters. "We're going hunting."
Hera, Queen of the Gods and Goddess of Marriage, looked at him like he'd just suggested they redecorate Olympus with their own entrails. "What the hell do you mean, hunting?"
"Didn't you hear?" Zeus's eyes blazed with the kind of manic energy that came from wounded pride and desperate rage. "That woman just said Artemis, Aphrodite, and Nyx weren't as isolated as the rest of us."
"And... so?" Hera's voice carried a dangerous edge.
"It means somehow they're connected to Parker." Zeus slammed his fist on the armrest of his throne, cracking the marble. "While we've been sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves, three of our own have been playing games behind our backs."
Demeter, Goddess of the Harvest and Agriculture, shifted uncomfortably. "Zeus, you're talking about going after our own family. Artemis is your daughter. Aphrodite is—"
