His entire body ached with bruises, and scabs. The Romans had healed Gael, but only enough for the cuts to stop bleeding. The idea of telling them kept flitting through his head, but no. He wouldn't betray the Greeks like that. Not his family. They were just going to kill him even if he told them anyway.

He watched Octavian draw closer with another knife. Was it his imagination or were they getting more and more like the sacrificial daggers the blonde used on his stuffed animals? Why didn't he just cut Gael open, and see if his guts would tell the location? It would get things over with.

Octavian stood next to Ace's dad and talked to him in a hushed down, "I think we have something to break him with. Last night, he mumbling Ebony's name."

"The daughter of Pluto?" He whispered back, glancing over at Gael's limp form.

"Yes." Octavian felt hopeful that this would work.

The son of Mars turned to their captive, telling Octavian loud enough for the boy to hear, "Maybe we're wasting our time here. She's more likely to break afterall."

Gael felt like a bucket of cold water flood over him. Everybody had gotten onto the Argo II. He had been the last to go up...they couldn't have anybody else. Unless...Ebony did something stupidly brave...

The man moved closer to Gael, stalking around his chair, "There's so much more we could do to a child of Pluto."

Ebony...Gael growled, and tried to bite at the man, "Don't touch her!"

Octavian smiled at Gael and stepped closer to him with a different knife. It was bigger and sharper and had markings on the handle. "You make it too easy, Hastings."

"We already have her. She was caught trying to sneak in." Ace's father stood behind his chair, hands gripping the back, "Not to you. She was trying to grab weaponry, and some of Ace's things."

What? No! They're lying! If she broke in, she was coming here! She had to have been! Gael growled again, "Liars!"

"See...she's already moved on from you." He kept going, "From you to Ace."

Now they're really just lying. She'd never do anything with the blonde. "She wouldn't."

The son of Mars had a twinkle in his eyes, and smirked at Octavian, "I guess you missed them making out at dinner the other day."

Octavian looked at Gael, "Still don't want to tell us where the Greeks are?"

"You're lying." Gael answered, "I have nothing to tell liars."

The man shrugged, heading back to Octavian, "I guess we'll have to get it out of her."

"Okay. Let's go." Octavian turned to the door, waiting for Gael to respond. He just watched the two leave. Ebony was in his dreams. She'd been there. If they were torturing her whenever they weren't torturing him, there's no way she could have been there. Doubt still held tight to his heart.

It was the fight time in a while he'd actually found a natural sleep as opposed to blacking out from blood loss. Luckily, he'd always found falling asleep easy, and was soon out. He found himself in the same room he hadn't left for days. After a while, Ebony appeared in all her beauty. Still, what had been said was digging its way farther into his brain.

Ebony walked over to him, "Gael." She smiled, despite him being cut up and bloody she still thought he looked handsome.

He looked at her tiredly. There weren't any fresh cuts or bruises on him this time, "Hey."

She walked over to him and kissed his cheek, "How are you holding up?"

"Alright." He came across as distant, cold.

She smiled, "We're going to come get you."

Gael just nodded, lost in his own thoughts. She wouldn't have kissed him. Not Ace...She couldn't have...

Ebony sighed, "You seem upset. Not only because of what they're doing to you..."

"Ace's dad..." Gael started slowly, "He said something...I know they're lying just to get to me, but...he said...He said you kissed Ace..."

Ebony was shocked, "I...It was the truth..." She looked down, ashamed.

He stared at her for a minute, shaking his head, "No...no you wouldn't do that."

"But I did...Ace's dad...I had too..."

"You had too?" His voice was sharp, and hard while betrayal shone in his eyes.

"Yes. It didn't mean anything. Ace's dad was standing there...and...I'm sorry."

Gael shook his head, looking away from her, "When were you going to tell me?"

"When we got on the Argo but then you got captured." she looked a the ground.

He bit his lip, trying desperately to keep from breaking down. Gael felt himself waking up slowly, but he looked at her once more before leaving. There was something different in his eyes. A different form of determination. Gael opened his eyes to the reality dark room he'd just dream left. He realized his face was wet.

As he looked around, he saw Ace's father sitting on one of the tables. His face hard, and his arms crossed. The two brunettes looked each other over for a minute, before the elder asked, "Are you ready to tell us?"

"I'm not telling you anything." Gael answered, a coldness in his voice as he glared the Roman down, "But I'll show you."