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prisoner.
( nineteen. )
❝ DON'T THINK. IT COMPLICATES THINGS. JUST FEEL, AND IF IT FEELS LIKE HOME, THEN FOLLOW ITS P A T H. ❞

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GEORGIA'S EYES shot open. Someone bumped the table with their knees, and suddenly two demigods and a satyr were screaming in the middle of a sidewalk café.

"What?" Hedge demanded. "Fight who? Where?"

"Falling!" Leo grabbed the table. "No—not falling. Where are we?"

"Jason!" Georgia's chair tipped back. "Wait, you're Jason. And you're right here."

Jason blinked, trying to get his bearings. He focused on Piper and made a little choking sound. "What are you wearing?"

She was wearing a turquoise dress, with black leggings and black leather boots. She had on a silver charm bracelet, and an old snowboarding jacket, which amazingly went with the outfit pretty well. She pulled out Katoptris. By the looks of it, she'd gotten her hair done.

"It's nothing," she said. "It's my—" She stopped herself, but Georgia knew what she was going to say. "It's nothing."

Leo grinned. "Aphrodite strikes again, huh? You're gonna be the best-dressed warrior in town, beauty queen."

"Hey, Leo." Jason nudged his arm. "You look at yourself recently?"

"What ... oh."

All of them had been give a makeover. Leo was wearing pinstriped pants, black leather shoes, a white collarless shirt with suspenders, and his tool belt, Ray-Ban sunglasses, and a porkpie hat.

"God, Leo." Piper looked liked she was trying not to laugh. "I think my dad wore that to his last premiere, minus the tool belt."

"Hey, shut up!"

"I think he looks good," said Coach Hedge. "'Course, I look better."

The satyr was a pastel nightmare. Aphrodite had given him a baggy canary yellow zoot suit with two-tone shoes that fit over his hooves. He had a
matching yellow broad-brimmed hat, a rose-colored shirt, a baby blue tie, and a blue carnation in his lapel, which Hedge sniffed and then ate.

"Well," Jason said, "at least your mom overlooked me."

Georgia wasn't sure that was true. Looking at him, her heart felt like she'd just been thrown off a dragon. Jason was dressed simply in jeans and a clean purple T-shirt, like the one he'd worn to camp on the first day she'd met him. He had new track shoes on, and his hair was newly trimmed. His eyes were the same color as the sky. Aphrodite's message was clear: This one needs no improvement.

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