Chapter 93 The Betrayals

• Marco’s memories were a tangle of secrets, each one buried under layers of guilt, resentment, and the quiet thrill of deception. He moved through his days with a practiced calm, an expression that spoke of loyalty, of camaraderie—a mask he’d worn for so long it felt almost natural.
• But beneath that mask lay a darker truth, one he’d carried like a poisoned thorn: he was no ally of Zeus. He was, in truth, his hidden adversary, the dagger that remained close, waiting for the right moment to strike.
• It had all begun with Hades’ proposition, a poisonous seed planted under cover of night. Hades’ promise of power, of a path to freedom from the constraints of Zeus’s leadership, had ignited a fire within him—a smoldering anger toward Zeus that he’d long kept hidden. With each passing day, Marco had fed that anger, and when Hades had asked for his assistance in taking Ares, he hadn’t hesitated.