No one in the hotel knows that I'm cooperating with the Mythical Cops ... which makes life uncomfortable for me right now.
Waverly's bulk blocks me in my own hotel hallway. He smells of pool water, sardines, and kelp. His eyes glitter, and he looks at me like I'm a bottom-feeding shellfish.
"I'm innocent," I protest.
Waverly snorts. "You expect me to believe that fish story?"
Daji clings to my arm. "Stow it, Neptune."
"I hate the Roman name," Waverly growls.
"I know. Now, step aside or I'll claw you so hard you won't be able to swim for a week or more while your wounds heal," Daji hisses.
Waverly plants his feet squarely, shaking the floor. He's huge. I had no idea Poseidon was such a giant. "Where is my trident?"
I hold up my hands. "I didn't steal it."
