Pain flared in his lower back – so sharp and cold he thought Khione the snow goddess had touched him. Next to his ear, Michael Varus snarled, “Born a Roman, die a Roman.” The tip of a golden sword jutted through the front of Jason’s shirt, just below his rib cage. Jason fell to his knees. Piper’s scream sounded miles away. He felt like he’d been immersed in salty water – his body weightless, his head swaying.

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