Page 161 of Blood of Olympus

Almost immediately, Apollo withdrew — a look of disbelief etched across his features.

“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

He rocked back to sit on his heels, drawing out the tense silence.

“Apollo,” I growled, uncaring that he could not hear the tone of my voice — he could still see the impatience scrawled across my face.

Warily, his fingers spelled out the words he was so reluctant to sign.

My magic is drained though I should still be able to do something… but when I try to heal her, my powers slam up against some invisible wall.

I frowned, glancing down at my beloved. She almost seemed to be sleeping, which was odd considering we were still in the middle of an active battlefield.

Apollo continued. It seems that my power is no match against that of a Titan. He brushed a loose curl off her cheek — she didn’t so much as stir. Then he met my gaze head on. I cannot heal her.

No.

The sentiment was echoed by Aros; a sharp gasp came from the direction of the goddesses. Meanwhile, Nyssa — oblivious and unaware — smiled softly in her sleep.

“What did you do to her?”

I took her pain away and coaxed her into a slumber. It will not help when she wakes tomorrow and realises she still cannot see… but at least she will wake. And you ensured that, not me.

My ears rang as his words registered. Everything else was drowned out but that high-pitched whine of disbelief.

My Nightshade… oh, my Nightshade. Blind.

I’m going to pluck the eyeballs from his skull. I will take the first and squish it between my fingers, leaving the other to watch and realise what’s coming for it. I will feed the jelly to the ravens and let him hear the sounds they make as they devour every last morsel. Then I will peel his fingernails off one by one and make him eat them. I will carve her name into the flesh above his heart so that all may know whose vengeance I have claimed from his very skin. I will cast my lightning over the rest of him and burn his toes off one by one⁠—

Godling.

What? I snapped.

You’re rambling.

I’m planning my revenge.

You’re boring.

I— what?

You heard me.

How is any of that boring?

You’re thinking too small.

I twisted my neck to frown at him. What?

Lykos merely blinked once, his half-lidded golden gaze completely over my shit. Must I really repeat everything? He sighed both externally and within the borders of my mind. You constantly seem to forget that you’re bonded to a gigantic white wolf, the last of the revered Khionians, who would love nothing more than to devour the innards of the Titan who ran his race into extinction.

The frown slid right off my face. It was Hyperion who⁠—

Murdered my mate right before me and personally slew the rest of my brethren while they slept? Yes.

Lykos… I didn’t know.

He padded forward, somehow silent despite the fact that his paws were the size of chariot wheels, and pressed his cold, wet nose against my brow. I know. But the vengeance you seek is mine to claim. His gaze dropped to the fallen queen in my lap. For both of us.