𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 | 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐎𝐥𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐮𝐬

Not all the ladies love Leo...

{EVANGELINE}

They had finally arrived in Quebec.

Piper woke Lorelai and Leo while Jason and Evangeline stared at the sight in front of them.

"We're here," Piper told the two children of Iris and Hephaestus as they woke up.

Below the demigods, a city sat on a cliff overlooking a river. The plains around it were dusted with snow, but the city itself glowed warmly in the winter sunset. Buildings crowded together inside high walls like a medieval town.

In the center was a castle or she assumed it was a castle, with massive red brick walls and a square tower with a peaked, green gabled roof.

"Why are we at Santa's workshop?" Lorelai asked groggily as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"It's Quebec City," the brunette informed her.

"One of the oldest cities in North America," Piper added. "Founded around sixteen hundred or so?"

Leo raised an eyebrow. "Your dad do a movie about that too?"

The daughter of Aphrodite made a face at him. "I read sometimes, okay? Just because Aphrodite claimed me, doesn't mean I have to be an airhead."

"Nobody is thinking that," Evangeline told the McLean girl.

"So what's that castle?" Lorelai interrupted.

"A hotel, I think," Piper said.

The son of Hephaestus laughed. "No way."

The closer they got the better Evangeline could see the place.

The grand entrance was bustling with doormen, valets, and porters taking bags. Sleek black luxury cars idled in the drive. People in elegant suits and winter cloaks hurried to get out of the cold.

"The North Wind is staying in a hotel?" Leo said. "That can't be—"

"Heads up guys," The son of Zeus interrupted him. "We got company!"

The brunette glanced below and saw what the blond meant. Rising from the top of the tower were two angry angels, with masty-looking swords.

From what she guessed, Festus wasn't fond of the angels. The dragon swooped to a halt in midair, wings beating and talons bared and made a rumbling sound in his throat.

"Steady, boy," Leo muttered.

"I don't like this," Jason said. "They look like storm spirits."

Evangeline felt like making a sarcastic retort at the blond's words but decided it wasn't the best time as the angry angels got closer.

They looked like regular teenagers except for their icy white hair and feathery purple wings. Their bronze swords were jagged, like icicles. Their faces looked similar enough that they might've been brothers.

One was the size of an ox, with a bright red hockey jersey, baggy sweatpants, and black leather cleats. The guy clearly had been involved in too many fights, because both his eyes were black, and when he bared his teeth, several of them were missing.

The other guy had long ice-white hair that was feathered into a mullet. He wore pointy-toed leather shoes, designer pants that were way too tight, and a god-awful silk shirt with the top three buttons open. Maybe he'd thought he looked like a groovy love god, but the guy couldn't have weighed more than ninety pounds and had a bad case of acne.

The angels pulled up in front of the dragon and hovered their swords at the ready.

The hockey ox grunted. "No clearance."