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“You can find out the same way I found out about Oliver,” she says, her tone dripping with malice. “When someone else decides you deserve to know.”

The words hit me in the chest, and I swallow down whatever I could possibly say, since I deserve every horrible thing she throws at me.

“And if we need to find you?” Logan asks.

Kieran moves closer to Evie, as if ready to protect her from Logan. Which, honestly, is more than fair.

“You won’t,” he says simply. “If you try, I’ll assume you’re a threat.”

Logan releases my hand and raises his in front of his chest. A ball of fire materializes in his palm, and it’s flickering, black bleeding into the edges.

“You’re going to forget that Jade and I are heading to Pine Valley,” he says with the deep, layered sound of compulsion woven through his voice. “And you’re going to forget everything the Geryon revealed about me.”

Evie’s face goes slack. But Kieran’s jaw is tight, his eyes burning, and his hand is on the hilt of his dagger, as if he’s calculating how to kill us both at once.

“You just tried to compel me.” He draws his sword, the blade igniting white-gold. “And you did compel Evie.” His second sword clears the sheath, and the daggers at his hips slide free on their own, rising into a glowing orbit around his body.

Logan doesn’t flinch. “I’m protecting Jade. If the Blood Coven knows where she is⁠—”

The first dagger rockets toward Logan, and the shockwave when his wind catches it throws me sideways into the mast. Heat and wind tear across the deck, and my fingers clamp around the wood, because there are more impacts as they go at each other, coming faster, and the deck’s cracking under the force of the collisions.

They’re going to kill each other. Well, assuming Revenants and demigods can die, which might not be a fair assumption.

All I know is that I don’t know who’s going to win this fight, and I don’t want to find out.

So, I reach for my electricity, my hands slam skyward, and silver lightning rips out of me in a column that hits the sky so hard the blue cracks open. Thunder detonates overhead, and the sky churns dark and yellow, clouds spiraling out from the point of impact.

“Stop,” I say as I bring my hands down. “Both of you. Now.”

But Kieran’s blades are still glowing. Logan’s wind is curling around his fists. Neither of them has moved, and the deck around them is cracked and stained with blood.

The electricity on my skin flares, the storm answers with a rumble, and silence settles between us.

Finally, Kieran sheathes his swords. Blade by blade, the orbiting knives pull back and slot into place, and the glow dies, the heat retreating enough that I can take a full breath.

Logan’s fire goes out, his wind settles, and his hands drop to his sides.

Good. Great. Two of the most dangerous people I’ve ever met stopped trying to kill each other because I threatened them with lightning, and now they’re both looking at me, and I have approximately three seconds before one of them decides to start up again.

“Undo it,” I say to Logan. “The compulsion clearly doesn’t work on demigods. Which means the second they leave this ship, Kieran’s going to tell her everything anyway.”

Logan stares at me, and I can tell he’s running the calculations, looking for a hole in my argument that lets him keep the compulsion in place.

I hold his gaze, refusing to back down.

“Fine.” He turns to Evie, his fire flickering at his fingertips, black bleeding into the edges. Then his voice goes deep and layered again, and a crawling sensation moves across my skin even though his compulsion can’t touch me.

“The memories I took are yours again,” he says. “You remember what the Geryon revealed. You remember where Jade and I are going. You remember all of it.”

Evie blinks, and sharpness floods into her eyes so fast that my body tenses, bracing for another dome that steals the air from my lungs. Instead, her hand goes to her temple, and when her eyes find Logan, the temperature between them flares.

“If you ever do that to me again,” she says, every word landing like a blade, “I will make you pay for it.”

Logan shifts beside me, and the air pressure drops enough that my ears pop. I grab his wrist before he can step forward, and the spark that jumps between us is bright enough to leave a silver streak across my vision.

“Don’t,” I say, quiet enough that it’s just for him.

Every muscle in his body tightens, but he stays.