Her situation had just tanked. Big time.No, not Gryphon’s eyes. Whatever was inside Gryphon was definitely not Argonaut. Or Argolean. Or even human for that matter. It was…evil.“I told you that you hadn’t seen the last of me.”Apophis.Panic jumped to heart-thumping fear. Isadora had no idea how the warlock had taken Gryphon’s body, but she wasn’t about to ask. She darted a look back down the darkened tunnel.“Oh, your guardian won’t be joining us,” Apophis said in that same flat voice that sounded like Gryphon but wasn’t. He took one menacing step closer, drawing her attention back his way. “Your escape from Thrace Castle was disappointing, but even I must admit…it brought other, more interesting opportunities to light.”He reached inside his crisp white shirt and drew out the medallion hanging on a chain around his neck.The Orb of Krónos.Oh, shit. The round medallion was as big as a man’s palm, with four empty chambers and the sign of the Titans stamped into the center of the metal.
