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T his was all so fucked up and chaotic. And we had a known chaos god sitting over there comforting Lola. Set was the god of many things, but he was a bit of a trickster and chaos was one of his powers. He was also a war god. Set was the instigator of confusion and that was what we had right now.

As far as I knew, Set didn’t have mind control, but did anyone actually know the full extent of the old gods? We’d been operating under the assumption that whoever was awake was working with a friend. Mazen and Radames were both Egyptian, but I doubted they knew each other before anymore than they knew me.

Mazen said he grew up in the slums and Radames went to private school. Based on their accents, they lived in completely different areas of Egypt. Coptics were the minority in Egypt and usually stuck together. If Mazen was working with anyone, I didn’t think it was Radames.

“This is chaos,” I said.

“It’s not even the fun kind of chaos where you find out some rich bloke is a terrible person, so you fill their pool with millions of oil beads and then record the fallout when they go for a swim,” Liam said.

“Um, okay? Set was a god of chaos and war. We’ve got chaos and everyone wants to fight.”

“Yeah, but Mazen wants to fight most of all,” Sage said. “It’s hard to read people when they are close to Lola, but when he steps away, I can sense it. The only fight he would win is if he gets Alexios alone. Ari and Ivar are never apart and if he goes after them together, he’s going to trigger Ivar’s battle lust and probably end up dead.”

“He’s a war god, so he’d plan it better than that,” I argued.

“He’s a war god with no training. Right now, he’s a hothead who thinks a very tiny girl got the shit beaten out of her by three massive men. I don’t know what to tell you. When he steps away from Lola, I can practically see how the fight goes down. He’s legitimately pissed enough about this to fly off the handle and possibly die over it.”

I just grunted. We were all given the same test. We had to talk about what we saw in the pool before they’d let anyone join the rescue party. I was pretty sure every supernatural was using their magic to see if we were lying.

The majority of us didn’t know who we were or what our clues meant. A lot of the supernaturals didn’t, either. They all seemed to know who Liam was, but not Sage, other than she was related to the fair folk. And some pantheons were vast with multiple gods. If Radames was a moon god, he could be one of several. Same with Alexios and the sun.

There were only a few of us who knew who we were and only one who was admitting they were awake. Lucian didn’t do it. At least, I didn’t think he had. He was doing things in his sleep, but I would have woken up if he tried to leave the tent. Unless I did and he used his mind control.

Still, no one said he was lying when he said not only did he not know he could mind control, but he didn’t want to learn it, either. I didn’t think it was him.

Zephyr came back with two more groups. One of us and a group of supernaturals.

“The auras here are dire,” one of them said, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Can you read who we need to worry about?”

“Well, no one’s aura screams guilty, but you have to feel guilty for it to show in your aura. The little one has no aura,” she said, pointing at Lola.

“I don’t know what that is,” Lola said, bursting into tears.

Mazen wrapped his arm around her and squeezed.

“Someone beat her hard enough to break her ribs. All she wants to do is run away and hide, but even with them here, it’s more dangerous for her if she doesn’t go here. We don’t know who she is, but her magic got triggered enough to protect her so they wouldn’t sense her when she was getting away from them.”

That was basically what Sage thought. It made sense. Lucian’s magic was triggered when he had blood. It also meant Lola could be awake, which didn’t make sense. She hadn’t tried to go after anyone. I mean, yeah, their other teammate disappeared, but the fairy made no sense at all.

And I was starting to think Mazen wasn’t awake, either. If he was, he was a talented actor that was fooling Sage’s mojo. It was like he was in physical pain every time Lola cried and he was seconds away from just destroying Ivar, Ari, and Alexios.

Set was also the god of storms. I was just about to comment on that and then the clouds opened up and dumped rain on us.