chapter sixteen
─── it's time to drown my sorrows in vegas
ℑ was not in the mood for any of this.
Ares was waiting for us in the diner parking lot, leaning against his bike, as I took a deep breath and handed the remainder of my weapons to Luke (who was the decidedly more mature). If something did happen, he'd hopefully stop me launching myself onto the god.
"Well, well," he said. "You didn't get yourself killed."
"You knew it was a trap." I stated.
Ares smirked. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV, I'll admit."
I almost threw the shield frisbee style at his head, but instead shoved it to him. "You're a jerk."
Annabeth and Grover caught their breath, and Luke rubbed his forehead. Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest and he slung it across his back.
"See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas."
The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which I could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT. WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS.
I said, "You're kidding."
Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, girl. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job."
He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to me. Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuffed Oreos.
"Thank you, Lord Ares." Luke replied, before I could swear at the god in every language I knew (which came to a grand total of two and one German swear word).
Reluctantly, I slung the backpack over my shoulder. I knew my anger was being caused by the war god's presence, but I was still itching to punch him.
I looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served us dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt us. She dragged the fry cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of us.
Great, I thought. We'll make the papers again tomorrow.
I imagined the headline: SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD FUGITIVE MURDERS INNOCENT BIKER
"You owe me one more thing," I told Ares, trying to keep my voice level. "You promised me information about my mother."
"You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle, as I nodded. "She's not dead."
The ground seemed to spin beneath me. "What do you mean?"
"I mean she was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept."
"Kept. Why?"
"You need to study war, girl. Hostages. You take somebody to control somebody else."
"Nobody's controlling me."
He laughed. "Oh yeah? See you around, kid."
I balled up my fists, before taking a deep breath and instead not saying anything as he revved his Harley, then roared off down Delancey Street.
"Hey, guys," Grover trailed off before pointing toward the diner. At the register, the last two customers were paying their check, two men in identical black coveralls, with a white logo on their backs that matched the one on the truck. "If we're taking the zoo express, we need to hurry."
I didn't like it, but we had no better option. Besides, I'd seen enough of Denver. We ran across the street and climbed in the back of the big rig, closing the doors behind us.
The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like the world's biggest pan of kitty litter. The trailer was dark inside until I uncapped Riptide. The blade cast a faint bronze light over a very sad scene. Sitting in a row of filthy metal cages were three of the most pathetic zoo animals I'd ever beheld: a zebra, an albino lion, and some weird antelope thing I didn't know the name for.
Someone had thrown the lion a sack of turnips, which he obviously didn't want to eat. The zebra and the antelope had each gotten a Styrofoam tray of hamburger meat. The zebra's mane was matted with chewing gum, like somebody had been spitting on it in their spare time. The antelope had a stupid silver birthday balloon tied to one of his horns that read OVER THE HILL!
Apparently, nobody had wanted to get close enough to the lion to mess with him, but the poor thing was pacing around on soiled blankets, in a space way too small for him, panting from the stuffy heat of the trailer. He had flies buzzing around his pink eyes and his ribs showed through his white fur.
"This is kindness?" Grover spluttered. "Humane zoo transport?"
He probably would've gone right back outside to beat up the truckers with his reed pipes, and I would've helped him gladly, but just then the trucks engine roared to life, the trailer started shaking, and we were forced to sit, or fall, down.
We huddled in the corner on some mildewed feed sacks, trying to ignore the smell and the heat and the flies. Grover talked to the animals in a series of goat bleats, but they just stared at him sadly. Annabeth was in favour of breaking the cages and freeing them on the spot, but I pointed out it wouldn't do much good until the truck stopped moving. Besides, I had a feeling we might look a lot better to the lion than those turnips. Luke sat in silence, twirling a dagger around his fingers as he watched the three of us with narrowed eyes.
I found a water jug and refilled their bowls, then used Riptide to drag the mismatched food out of their cages, swapping it quickly.
Grover calmed the antelope down, while Annabeth used her knife to cut the balloon off his horn. She wanted to cut the gum out of the zebra's mane, too, but we decided that would be too risky with the truck bumping around.
We told Grover to promise the animals we'd help them more in the morning, then we settled in for night. Grover curled up on a turnip sack and fell asleep right away, Annabeth besides him.
"Andi." I was cut out of my thoughts of dates, timing, stress and how annoying gods were at Luke's words. "Have an Oreo."
"Thanks." I nibbled at the biscuit, twisting the top off to lick the cream out of the inside as I watched him. "Sorry about freaking out at the Water Parks. I'm not that fond of snakes."
"Don't worry about it," Luke replied, leaning against the back of the truck. "You recovered from Ares?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, as I gave him a look. He raised an eyebrow. "I don't get it."
"Ares makes you angry. Sure, all of us were," Luke replied. "But you were angrier than the rest of us. You want to talk about it?"
"Are you going to take no for an answer?"
"Not really. I'm stubborn like that." I sighed, before shrugging and turning around my hand so that he could see the scar that traced along the palm of my hand. "Where did you get that?"
"When I was three, my mum left me with Gabe whilst she went for a job interview," I murmured, tracing the scar. "One thing led to another and I was in hospital to get stitches. In more ways that one, Ares reminded me of Gabe; in the way he talked to the that waitress, to us, the joy that he got from intimidating those around him. It just brought back some other memories and I'm already stressed cause of this stupid quest, and things keep going wrong, and I'm supposed to be alright with that. So yeah, I'm a bit stressed and angry, at everything."
Luke reached down, running his fingers along the scar. It tickled.
"We're scar buddies now." I snorted at that, as he squeezed my hand gently, tugging me closer. "You must have been brave to survive that."
"Not as brave as getting that scar." I wanted to trace it, but didn't dare reach for his face.
"No, braver," Luke replied, his eyes soft as he smiled. "So much braver than I could ever dream to be."
"Not as brave as the boy who ran away from home and helped two other demigods get to Camp." Luke tensed up, his eyes narrowing. "Grover told me as we were coming back from the water park. He was stressed, thought that he'd lost another demigod again."
"Should have known." He replied, his fingers starting to twitch again. "Yeah, that wasn't bravery, more like stupidity."
"Don't say that."
"Thalia and I were just kids," Luke huffed, chewing on his lips. "We fought monsters, with no real training, and then met Annabeth and thought it would be a good idea to travel around the country killing monsters with a seven year old tagging along."
"I think she turned out okay," I pointed out. "Well, as okay as a demigod could be."
He had begun to drum his fingers, in something I had learnt was his sign of stress and nervousness.
"That pine-tree bead." I said. "Is that from your first year?"
Luke looked down at me, nodding his head.
"Yeah," He replied, reaching up to run his fingers across the beads. "Every August, the counsellors pick the most important event of the summer, and Five paints it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress—now that was a weird summer..."
"I'd like to hear that story."
"I bet you would," He replied, both of us relaxing a little further. "But we need some sleep. You need some sleep. It'll help with the stress."
I hummed, before leaning back and staring at the zebra, watching it's sad eyes.
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My nightmare started out as something I'd dreamed a million times before: I was back at home, hearing Gabe argue with my mum but however hard I tried to reach them, my feet remained glued in place.
Then the dream strayed from the usual.
I glanced over and in the other corner of the room stood another girl. She was younger than me, with unruly, punk-style hair, dark eyeliner and stormy blue eyes a couple of shades darker than my own. Thalia. Daughter of Zeus.
She struggled against the restraints holding her, glared at me in frustration, and snapped, Well? One of us has to get out of here.
She's right, my dream-self thought. I'm going back to that cavern. I'm going to give Hades a piece of my mind.
I fell through my bedroom floor and Gabe's voice changed until it was cold and evil, echoing from the depths of a great chasm.
Andromeda Jackson, it said. Yes, the exchange went well, I see. And everything is in place?
Another voice, one I almost recognized, answered at my shoulder. Yes, my lord. She is as ignorant as the rest.
I looked over, but no one was there. The speaker was invisible. How convenient.
Deception upon deception, the thing in the pit mused aloud. Excellent.
Truly, my lord, said the voice next to me, you are well named the Crooked One. But was it really necessary? I could have brought you her directly —
You? the monster said in scorn. You have already shown your limits. You are new and do not yet know what is going on.
But, my lord—
Peace, little servant. My six months have bought us much. Zeus's anger has grown. Poseidon has played his most desperate card. Now we shall use it against him. Shortly you shall have the reward you wish, and your revenge. As soon as the thief delivers both items into my hands...but wait. She is here.
What? The invisible servant suddenly sounded tense. You summoned her, my lord?
No. The full force of the monsters attention was now pouring over me, freezing me in place. Blast her father's blood — she is too changeable, too unpredictable. The girl brought herself hither.
But...I thought that wasn't possible, the servant cried.
For a weakling such as you, perhaps, the voice snarled. Then its cold power turned back on me. So...you wish to dream of your quest, half-blood? Then I will oblige.
The scene changed.
I was standing in a vast throne room with black marble walls and bronze floors. The empty, horrid throne was made from human bones fused together. Standing at the foot of the dais was my mother, frozen in shimmering golden light, her arms outstretched.
I tried to step toward her, but my legs wouldn't move. I reached for her, only to realize that my hands were withering to bones. Grinning skeletons in Greek armor crowded around me, draping me with silk robes, clutching at my throat and placing a laurel of bones in my hair.
The evil voice began to laugh. Hail, the conquering hero!
I woke with a start, clawing at my head as I fought to get the bones off my head.
Grover was shaking my shoulder. "The truck's stopped," he said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals."
"Hide!" Annabeth hissed. She had it easy. She just put on her magic cap and disappeared. I pushed Luke awake, as he, Grover and I had to dive behind feed sacks and hope we looked like turnips.
The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in.
"Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances."
He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes.
"You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face.
The lion roared in indignation.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said.
Next to me, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous.
The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!"
The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at me.
There was no sound, but as clear as day, I heard it say: Free me, my lady. Please.
I was too stunned to react.
There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer.
The trucker inside with us yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?"
A voice outside—it must've been Eddie's—shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?"
"What are you banging for?"
Knock, knock, knock.
Outside, Eddie yelled, "What banging?"
Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot.
A second later, Annabeth appeared next to the three of us. She must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, "This transport business can't be legal."
"No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!"
That's right, the zebra's voice said in my mind.
"The zebra agrees," I put out there, as Luke looked around.
"We've got to free them!" Grover said. He and Annabeth both looked at me, waiting for my lead.
The zebra said, Open my cage, my lady. Please. I'll be fine after that.
Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they'd be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. I grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra's cage. The zebra burst out. It turned to me and bowed. Thank you, my lady.
Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing. Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs.
We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas.
Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!"
"Now would be a good time to leave," Annabeth said.
"The other animals first," Grover said.
Luke and I made quick work of the locks, cutting through them like they were butter. Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he'd used for the zebra.
"Good luck," I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets. Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos.
"Will the animals be okay?" I asked Grover. "I mean, the desert and all—"
"Don't worry," he said. "I placed a satyr's sanctuary on them."
"Meaning?" He'd have to explain it to me cause I was dumb.
"Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They'll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live."
"Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked.
"It only works on wild animals."
"So it would only affect Andromeda," Annabeth reasoned. Luke shot her a glare, but I laughed.
"Nice one."
"Come on. Let's get out of this filthy truck." Luke reasoned, pushing us out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must've looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention.
We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but still made me homesick. I missed New York. I missed my mom.
I wasn't sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west.
We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers—lotus blossom, maybe. I'd never smelled one, so I wasn't sure.
The doorman smiled at us. "Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?"
I've been suspicious all my life but one look at this, and I could see that he was good. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we'd love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, "Whoa."
The whole lobby was a giant game room. There was an indoor water slide snaking around the glass elevator, which went straight up at least forty floors. There was a climbing wall on the side of one building, and an indoor bungee-jumping bridge. There were virtual-reality suits with working laser guns. And hundreds of video games, each one the size of a widescreen TV. Basically, you name it, this place had it . There were a few other kids playing, but not that many. No waiting for any of the games. There were waitresses and snack bars all around, serving every kind of food you can imagine.
"Wow," Luke murmured, his eyes wide and a smirk beginning to appear on his face. I guess Son of the God of Thieves, he was in his element.
"Hey!" a bellhop said. At least I guessed he was a bell-hop. He wore a white-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt with lotus designs, shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Lotus Casino. Here's your room key."
I stammered, "Um, but..."
"No, no," he said, laughing. "The bill's taken care of. No extra charges, no tips. Just go on up to the top floor, room 4001. If you need anything, like extra bubbles for the hot tub, or skeet targets for the shooting range, or whatever, just call the front desk. Here are your Lotus Cash cards. They work in the restaurants and on all the games and rides."
He handed us each a green plastic credit card which was definitely the wrong idea and one look at Luke and mine's faces should have told him that.
"How much is on here?" Luke asked.
His eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?"
"He means, when does it run out of cash?" I clarified.
He laughed. "Oh, you're making a joke. Hey, that's cool. Enjoy your stay."
We took the elevator upstairs and checked out our room. It was a suite with four separate bedrooms and a bar stocked with candy, sodas, and chips. A hotline to room service. Fluffy towels and water beds with feather pillows. A big-screen television with satellite and high-speed Internet. The balcony had its own hot tub, and sure enough, there was a skeet-shooting machine and a shotgun, so you could launch clay pigeons right out over the Las Vegas skyline and plug them with your gun. I didn't see how that could be legal, but I thought it was pretty cool. The view over the Strip and the desert was amazing, though I doubted we'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this.
"Oh, goodness," Annabeth said. "This place is..."
"Sweet," Grover said. "Absolutely sweet."
"You're right there," Luke murmured.
There were clothes in the closet, and they fit me. I frowned, thinking that this was a little strange but who cares?
I threw Ares's backpack in the trash can. Wouldn't need that anymore. When we left, I could just charge a new one at the hotel store.
The shower felt like heaven after a week of grimy travel and I took my time scrubbing my entire body clean. Changing back into clothes that fit (and didn't advertise a water park) was also lovely. In the back of my mind, some small problem kept nagging me. I'd had a dream or something... I needed to talk to my friends. But I was sure it could wait.
I came out of the bathroom, rubbing the water out of my hair and found Annabeth sitting on my bed, her braids damp as she drank a Capri sun.
"You alright, kid?" She narrowed her eyes, trying to look intimidating whilst she sucked at the straw. "I'm trembling. Want a hair tie?"
"Sure."
I handed her my spare one, watching as she tied her braids up into a bun to keep it off of her now dry clothes. She sat back down again, as I half unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing so that I could imagine the left over scars from the hellhound. Annabeth's eyes watched me. "You alright?"
"Do you think the gods are really going to go to war?"
"No."
"Why?" She watched me with those piercing grey eyes as I soothed the scar with an ointment that I'd found in the bathroom, and did my shirt up.
"Cause we're on the quest," I replied, smiling at her. "You, me, Grover and Luke are gonna get that lightning bolt back to New York, finish the quest and prevent anything from happening."
"You think so?"
"Oh, I have certain faith that you and Luke are gonna get us there and back fine," She perked up at that, jumping up to rush out of my room, almost knocking Luke over. The teenager watched me with a raised eyebrow.
"Your getting along?" I shrugged. "Well, let's hope so. I really don't want you guys arguing again."
"Fingers crossed," Luke had also changed into another pair of jeans, a white shirt and jacket after having had a shower. "You want to have a snoop around downstairs?"
Luke smirked, as I grinned and tried to quickly deal with my hair. My hands were batted away, pulling my long hair back carefully, twisting it up into a bun that was similar to Annabeth's.
"I used to do Annabeth's hair when she was little." Luke replied, tying it off. "Took me years to learn how to do it, but we managed."
He shot me one last grin, before we went back downstairs. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. I came from a relatively poor family. Our idea of a splurge was eating out at Burger King and renting a video. A five-star Vegas hotel? Forget it.
I bungee-jumped the lobby five or six times, did the water slide, snowboarded the artificial ski slope, and played virtual-reality laser tag and FBI sharpshooter. I saw Grover a few times, going from game to game. I saw Annabeth playing trivia games and other brainiac stuff. They had this huge 3-D sim game where you build your own city, and you could actually see the holographic buildings rise on the display board. Annabeth loved it.
Luke was annoyingly good at the car video games where you had to race one another and I had learnt the hard way that betting with him was not a good plan. But it was fun and I couldn't really remember the last time that I had laughed this hard without having to worry about going home.
But, all good things have to come to an end because I started to notice that something was wrong.
The first thing I noticed was that my hair was bone dry, that normally takes at least six hours especially when in a bun. The second time was when I noticed the guy standing next to me at VR sharpshooters. His clothes were weird. I thought he was some Elvis impersonator's son. He wore bell-bottom jeans and a red T-shirt with black piping, and his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night.
We played a game of sharpshooters together and he said, "Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better."
Groovy? Suspicious.
Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before.
He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen.
I said, "Hey, Darrin?"
"What?"
"What year is it?"
He frowned at me. "In the game?"
"No. In real life."
He had to think about it. "1977."
Well, this wasn't good.
"No," I said, getting a little scared. "Really?"
"Hey, man. Bad vibes. I got a game happening."
After that he totally ignored me.
I started talking to people, and I found it wasn't easy. They were glued to the TV screen, or the video game, or their food, or whatever. I found a guy who told me it was 1985. Another guy told me it was 1993. They all claimed they hadn't been in here very long, a few days, a few weeks at most. They didn't really know and they didn't care.
Then it occurred to me: how long had I been here? It seemed like only a couple of hours, but was it? I tried to remember why we were here. We were going to Los Angeles. We were supposed to find the entrance to the Underworld. My mother...for a scary second, I had trouble remembering her name.
Sally. Sally Jackson.
I had to find my mum. I had to stop Hades from causing World War III. Luke was still racing with someone, but I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Luke, we've got to get out of here," He didn't response, too engrossed in looking at his game. "Luke?"
"Yeah, what is it?"
"We need to leave."
"Leave? What are you talking about? I've just passed through the semi-final."
"This place is a trap." He didn't respond, so I shook him again. "Listen. The Underworld. Our quest!"
"Oh, come on, Andi. It's fine."
"Luke, there are people here from 1977. Kids who have never aged. You check in, and you stay forever."
"So?" he asked. "Can you imagine a better place? Away from the gods and everything."
I grew annoyed, grabbing him by the arm and yanking him away from his game.
"Hey!" It was the first, and I think one of the only times, that I've ever been scared that he was going to hit me when we weren't sparring one another. That snapped Luke out of his weird casino thoughts, looking at my panicked face. "Andi, gods, no...shit."
"Luke, it's alright," I replied, squeezing his hands. "But we've got to find Annabeth and Grover and go, like now!"
I turned to run in a different direction, but Luke grabbed me again, looking my face over as he searched my eyes.
"I'm fine." I sent him another smile, before heading towards the city building game, where I found Annabeth engrossed. "Hairy, fat spiders!"
She screeched, turning to look at me, before looking around. "Where am I? How long have I been here?"
"No clue, but we've got to go!" I grabbed her hands, pulling her back towards the door. I caught sight of Luke, who was holding Grover in his arms as the satyr tried to drag himself back towards the game.
The Lotus bellhop hurried up to us. "Well, now, are you ready for your platinum cards?"
"We're leaving," I told him.
"Such a shame," he said, and I got the feeling that he really meant it, that we'd be breaking his heart if we went. "We just added an entire new floor full of games for platinum-card members."
He held out the cards, and I wanted one. I knew that if I took one, I'd never leave. I'd stay here, happy forever, playing games forever, and soon I'd forget my mom, and my quest, and maybe even my own name.
As much as the idea of ditching all of my responsiblities was tempting, I had to help save the world and my mum. Bigger things were at stake now.
Grover reached for the card, but Luke yanked back his arm and said, "No, thanks."
We walked toward the door, and as we did, the smell of the food and the sounds of the games seemed to get more and more inviting. I thought about our room upstairs. We could just stay the night, sleep in a real bed for once....
Then we burst through the doors of the Lotus Casino and ran down the sidewalk. It felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert.
Ares's backpack was slung over my shoulder, which was odd, because I was sure I had thrown it in the trash can in room 4001, but at the moment I had other problems to worry about.
I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date: June twentieth.
We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days.
We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.
"Shit!"
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Hiya,
Andi and Luke are adorable and him doing her hair cause he learnt how to do Annabeth's is sweet. I just love them, your honour.
Let me know what you think,
Love Li xx