Chapter 35

Lana was still missing, and the infernal sirens remained out of reach, throwing their damned serfs at him. Bloody bastards getting in his way. It didn't help that rage made a mockery of his usual prowess. The lightning he aimed just never seemed to hit, which meant he couldn't kill the sirens who'd tossed Lana over the cliff.

Thus, imagine his irritation when he heard a voice say, "You can't kill them."

Tossing another sailor off the cliff, Jory didn't even turn to reply. He knew who that voice belonged to. Odin, the man who was more of a father than the missing Zeus. "I can too kill them. I just need to get rid of their army first." Another sailor went to feed the fish, clearing a path to Chella.

A path blocked by Odin's rather wide frame. "You're in my way," Jory growled, leaning first left, then right.

"I mean it, Jory. You can't kill the sirens."

"Why not? They bloody well killed my wench."