The apartment was heavy with voices.
Hermes had barely finished explaining before the room broke into overlapping protests.
"You went alone?" Ymir's words snapped like icicles. His pale eyes burned sharp, his arms locked tight over his chest. "Without telling us? Without backup?"
Aphrodite was sitting by the couch, hands raking through his pink hair. "It could've been a trap, Hermes. A hundred percent could've been a trap."
Somner was pacing. "Trap or not, it doesn't add up. A golden boy of their little secret club just riskin' his neck for what, because he 'disagrees' with their methods? Nah. No one spills state-shaking secrets 'cause of a bad vibe. He's playin' ya."
Magni just played with the dogs since he couldn't really share anything about the conversation, his mind too simple for conspiracies as big as this.
Hermes leaned against the counter, jaw tight, arms folded. He had expected this. Maybe even wanted it. The anger at least was grounding.
