Timothy's phone buzzed with an incoming message, the screen lighting up with a notification from the secure messaging app used by the Johnson family's inner circle. He quickly unlocked the device and read the urgent text from the servant in Longyearbyen.
"She simply wishes to meet with you, madam," he murmured, a weight lifting from his shoulders.
The goddess of the sea was not on the warpath, at least not yet. This was merely a request for an audience, a chance for the two powerful figures to convene.
What most of the world remained blissfully unaware of was the true nature of Medusa's inner circle. Many of the servants and maids who worked closest to her were, in fact, demigod children—the lost and forgotten offspring of the gods, now sheltered under Medusa and Dionysus's watchful gaze.
