Apollo felt the bow vibrate against his back in harmony with the gold in his veins, both responding to this clear manifestation of Poseidon's power. He kept his expression carefully neutral, though his mind raced with implications.
The connection was stronger than he'd realized, Cale's dormant heritage responding to the symbols of his divine ancestor with increasing intensity.
"What in all hells was that?" Thorin demanded, rounding on Cale with undisguised suspicion. "First the water, now this stone, what aren't you telling us, boy?"
"Nothing!" Cale protested, scrambling to his feet. Sand clung to his knees, pale against the dark fabric of his trousers. "I don't know why these things are happening!"
"Leave him alone," Mira stepped between them, her earlier dreaminess hardened into protective fury. "He's as confused as the rest of us."
