“So don’t you think that it’s time to let him know?” Apollo asks.

“Athena is right,” Chiron says. “We must keep this quiet, at least until we have more information.”

The door to the War Room is shut so tight that I wouldn’t be surprised if they’d start running out of oxygen at some point.

Without waiting for me to reply, she brings a foot down hard on top of mine. Even though my brain is screaming at me not to let go, my arms don’t quite get the message.

My first instinct is to snap back, ‘Like kindergarteners,’ but Hera doesn’t give me the chance to say anything because she spins around with a powerful kick.