CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
you believe me like a god
SOMETIMES PEOPLE would talk about Feyre Blanchard like she was the sun.
If the famous nickname gifted by her mother as a child. Or the fact that she was the favoured daughter of the Sun God wasn't enough to show she was plucked from the brightest rays of the burning sun, then maybe Feyre Blanchard herself was living proof that even teenage girls can shine like gold. Through her unfaltering kindness and bravery towards her friends, family, and even her enemies at times, people would look at Feyre like she was the brightest and most dazzling individual to grace the grounds of Camp Half-Blood, spreading her light wherever she seemed to go. That she was the sun, and everyone else was left to orbit around her, begging for her attention and warmth on their darkest nights.
But Feyre Blanchard knew she wasn't the sun. She didn't think it was humanly possible for a person to embody the power and strength of a thousand suns.
And then she met Luke Castellan, and he turned her life upside down in the best way possible. Not only did he come into her life when she needed him most, but he stayed when most people would leave or make fun of her during the first sign of trouble. He stuck around and filled the dark void in her chest with light and admiration. He touched the darkness in her life, chased away the shadows, and scared off all the monsters. He held her hand through every trial and tribulation she faced in her life these last four years with zero judgement. His smile, his laughter, and even his presence was all it took to fill the girl's dark and lonely days with light. His light bled into her darkness and cured her soul in a way she didn't think was possible.
And so. . . for Feyre, Luke Castellan was the sun — her sun. The same burning light that would protect and shield the girl from all the evil that lurked in their world.
So when Feyre Blanchard opened her eyes that morning, she felt a smile form across her lips when she thought about Luke Castellan. Her best friend, and now her boyfriend. It felt so strange to think about at first. After years of friendship, Luke was no longer her cocky and often stubborn best friend who she would roll her eyes at on occasions. He was now someone who would hold her, kiss her, and tell her she was the girl of his wildest dreams. Feyre wasn't aware of how much she yearned for that kind of relationship with the boy until he kissed her yesterday under a dozen of tall trees deep in the forest. That feeling of euphoria that pulsated through her body when she was wrapped in his arms, his warm and soft lips pressed against her own, it was a feeling Feyre didn't want to forget.
The thought alone was enough to make Feyre's cheeks heat up as she began to blush. Her heart raced at the thought of seeing Luke again, and his stupid smile, and his beautiful brown eyes that she always found herself getting lost in. It had only been a night since they last saw each other, but Feyre yearned to be in his arms again, and feel as safe and content as she was yesterday. So when she opened her eyes, she didn't hesitant to jump out of bed and get ready. She quickly threw on an orange camp shirt and a pair of trousers before sliding on her shoes. She made sure her hair was brushed and looked presentable before leaving her cabin for the day. Once Feyre was pleased with her appearance, she skipped her way through her cabin and pushed open the doors to be welcomed by another day in camp.
Feyre looked around amongst the dozens of campers hurrying to their morning activities for the day, hoping to catch a glimpse of the boy she had been yearning to see again after yesterday. So when Feyre caught Luke's eye, the boy staring back at her with an excited twinkle glimmering in his dark eyes, a tight grin tugging at the corners of his lips when his eyes met her own. Feyre quickly walked towards Luke, a slight spring in her step before she stopped in her tracks, looking up at the boy in front of her. Only in a small matter of seconds, Feyre was left swooning over the longing look in his eyes and his stupid smile that made butterflies flutter in the pit of her stomach. She was almost embarrassed that one boy made her feel this way, but if this was what falling for someone was meant to feel like, then she would gladly fall with him.
"Hey," Feyre was the first to greet him. A smile then found its way onto her face when Luke leaned down and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips, igniting those familiar sparks that the girl felt yesterday.
Feyre continued to kiss Luke, her lips moving in perfect sync with his own before throwing her arms over his shoulders and bringing him closer, deepening the kiss for a moment. That was until Luke broke away from her, their noses brushing against each other's. He let out a shaky breath before he smiled again. "You look beautiful today," He complimented, his choice of words being more than enough to make Feyre's cheeks flush with a bright shade of red.
But she decided to keep her cool, nodding her head as she parted her lips to speak. "How long have you been holding onto that one, Castellan?" She questioned in a rhetorical manner, her brow raised while her joyful grin quickly turned into a playful smirk. Luke caught onto what she was saying and clicked his tongue against the roof his mouth, his hands placed firmly on the girl's hips.
"Well..." Luke paused for a moment, tilting his to the side, pretending to think long and hard about the question presented to him by his girlfriend. Feyre let out a soft giggle when she realised he had caught onto her playful exchange before the boy parted his lips to speak once again. "Two years to be exact," He answered truthfully. Feyre couldn't help but laugh again before she pushed herself up onto her tip toes and pressed another kiss to the boy's lips.
However, their rekindled flame was quickly burned out when a familiar voice broke the couple away from each other. "No way!" Feyre turned around to see Alina Sinclair approaching her and Luke, a dumbfounded look plastered across the girl's face, her mouth hanging open in shock when she saw her two closest friends acting like more than best friends. "You guys became a couple and you didn't tell me? When did this even happen?" Alina continued to ramble, an excited look burning bright in her eyes.
Feyre knew she had completely forgot to mention Luke was now her boyfriend to her sister — especially the sister who had been pushing them together all summer. Truth is, Feyre had completely spaced the moment her and Luke declared they were more than friends. She was so wrapped up in her new romance with Luke that she forgot to tell the one person who deserved to know first. So the girl shot Alina an apologetic look, shrugging her shoulders in the process. "I'm telling you now..."
Alina shot her sister an annoyed look before she let out a breath. "It's fine. But, oh, my God. I have to know all the details. You guys have to tell me everything!" She exclaimed.
"I will later, I promise," Feyre replied to the girl. "Right now Luke and I are going to go and hang out at the lake for a bit. But we'll take later?" She suggested, hoping Alina would be understanding.
"Of course. But you have to tell me everything," Alina repeated, making herself loud and clear. Feyre nodded her head in response before a smile forced across Alina's lips, the girl beginning to clap her hands together. "Oh, I have to tell the Aphrodite kids about this. They're going to be so happy to find out this finally happened," Alina explained, gesturing towards Feyre and Luke before she turned on her heel and hurried towards the Aphrodite cabin when the children of the goddess lived.
Feyre let out a sigh, shaking her head before she turned back around to face Luke, who was staring back at her with a confused expression on his face, his arms folded over his chest. "What does Alina have going on with the Aphrodite kids?" He questioned, his brows furrowing together in the process.
Feyre tried to resist the urge to roll the eyes, but failed in doing so as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, followed by a chuckle trickling past her lips. Feyre then grabbed Luke's hand with her own and laced their fingers together as they intertwined with one another's. "It's a long story. I'll explain it down by the lake," She answered before they ventured through the camp and down towards the camp lake.
Later on that day, Feyre Blanchard found herself sitting beside Luke Castellan on the river bank, watching as the soft ripples of water cascaded across the lake. Beside her, Feyre could hear the roar of laughter occasionally leaving Luke's lips after she had told him all about Alina's string of scheming with the Aphrodite cabin. That included the bets placed on them, and Silena Beauregard's careful analysis that they were the perfect couple and basically born to be soul mates. Feyre couldn't help but smile at her boyfriend in response, the sound of his familiar laughter that once made her roll her eyes, now filling her heart with so much joy. . . Literally, Feyre felt as if her heart was going to explode out of her chest at any given moment.
And once Luke's unfaltering laughter began to calm down, he turned to Feyre with a tight grin etched at the corners of his lips. "I can't believe she's been obsessing over our relationship for so long," He managed to string the words together in between the soft chuckles escaping past his lips. "So much that she was plotting with a thirteen year old," He quickly added, causing for Feyre to laugh along with him.
"Trust me, I thought she was crazy for it, too. But she meant well in the end," Feyre replied, shrugging her shoulders in the process.
A sigh soon left Luke's lips shortly after the girl had spoken, nodding his head before he parted his lips to speak this time around. "Yeah. Chris was the same. He was all, you need to tell Feyre how you feel and stop being afraid of rejection," He explained, imitating his friend and brother's voice as best as he could, and failing to do so all at once. Feyre shook her head and looked over her shoulder back at Luke, watching as he leaned back slightly, using his arms to hold him upright.
"Yeah, it took you long enough," Feyre spoke up, nodding her head in agreement. Luke heard her and knitted his brows, a sheepish grin creeping its way onto his lips. "I mean, you're the best swordsman in camp, but you were too afraid to ask me out?"
Luke quickly caught onto what Feyre was doing. Between her mischievous smirk that tugged at the corners of her lips, and the teasing look burning in her eyes, it was all he needed to know to realise she was messing with him. Luke then let out a scoff. "Are you teasing me, Feyre Blanchard?" He questioned. Feyre didn't say anything in response. She just simply shrugged her shoulders and turned away, leaving the boy's question unanswered. This caused for Luke to push himself up before he reached out and grabbed Feyre by the waist, snaking his arm around her and pulling her down beside him. "Well, you're the best archer in camp and you were too afraid to ask me out because you didn't think I liked you back. So much for that pin point accuracy," He teased her back.
Feyre clutched her hand to her chest, a fake gasp leaving her lips while she pretended to be offended by his playful remark. "Insulting my archery skills...that's low," She replied.
Luke smirked in response to the girl's words before he leaned closer towards her, his hot breath fanning against her face. "What are you going to do about it, Sunshine?" He inquired, his voice barely above a whisper, the sound of her nickname rolling off his tongue making the butterflies erupt in her stomach again.
"What am I going to do about it?" Feyre questioned in surprise, a look of disbelief plastered across her face. Luke nodded his head and Feyre scoffed in response. "Well, maybe I could shut you up," She suggested.
Luke cocked his head to the side, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth in the process. "You can shut me up," Luke countered, learning closer towards the girl.
And suddenly, Feyre couldn't resist Luke anymore. She quickly closed the gap between them by pressing her lips firmly against his own, kissing him softly with every ounce of passion radiating off her body. Luke didn't even hesitate to embrace the girl's passion as he lifted his hand to caress Feyre's cheek with a gentle, yet exhilarating touch. It sent chills up the girl's spine. It felt like a thousand statics of powerful electricity were erupting between their skin on skin contact. Feyre melted underneath Luke's touch as she began to deepen the kiss, her hands snaking around the boy until they found the nape of his neck before she pulled him closer to her, their chests now touching.
However, the moment between them was quickly cut short when Feyre pulled away from Luke, and from the corner of her eye she noticed a strange ripple break through the sky just above the river. This caused for Feyre to furrow her brows together before she turned all the way around, looking out across the river. Luke followed her lead to see an Iris Message was trying to come through. It was just struggling to make a connection to the camp. Feyre quickly stood up, followed by Luke. The girl began to look ahead, wondering who could be trying to call camp. It wasn't her mom. Feyre knew that much for sure. So, who else could it possibly be?
Then suddenly, once the connection was made, the call opened up and the second Feyre saw those three familiar faces; Percy Jackson, Annabeth Chase, and Delia Cromwell, a sense of relief washed over the girl when she realised they were still safe on the quest. They looked unscathed, but there was no telling what they had faced over the last couple of days since they left the safety of their beloved camp. "Annabeth? Percy?" Luke was the first to speak up, a surprised look plastered across his face.
"Oh, my God," Feyre breathed out, relieved to see that all the kids were okay. Especially Delia, who was still dressed in the same clothes she had been wearing when she left camp. For a moment Feyre forgot Delia was nothing more than an holographic message. She took a step forward, hoping to embrace her sister, but quickly remembered she wasn't there with her physically. "Delia, are you okay? Are you all okay?" She asked, sounding concerned.
Delia nodded her head, adjusting the sleeves of her jacket. "Yeah, we're fine. Are you guys okay back at camp? How is everything back there?" She questioned.
Feyre let out a sigh. She was going to explain to her sister and the others all about the chaos that had exuded into camp the moment news broke out that the master bolt was stolen. But Luke beat her to it. "It's been difficult, you guys. The camp has been at each other's throats. Everyone thinks we're going to war so they're picking sides. We've been helping Chiron pull the camp together as best as we can. So, please, tell us you're calling with some news," He explained, his arms folding over his chest in the process.
"We know who stole the bolt," Percy announced, sounding almost confident with his statement. Feyre was surprised to learn he had worked out who the real thief was because if it wasn't Poseidon, or his son, then who else could it be?
She wasn't the only one surprised by the boy's words. It didn't take long for Luke to shake his head, staring into the Irish Message with a dumbfounded look washing over his tanned features. "How do you know?" He asked, his voice beginning to shake.
For a moment, Feyre turned her head to the side to glance over at Luke with a mix of confusion and suspicion burning in her chestnut coloured eyes. It wasn't what Luke said that surprised her. It was how he said it that left her concerned. He sounded defensive, like if he was the person being accused of being the thief, and Feyre Blanchard couldn't help but wonder why someone would become to defensive if they knew they were innocent of a crime as big as stealing such a precious magical item from the king of the gods. The thought of her own boyfriend lying to her and doing something so dangerous left a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew she had to ask him about it.
"We ran into Ares," Annabeth's familiar voice spoke up, snapping Feyre out of her train of thoughts. "Grover got him talking and realised Ares knew who the thief was but was covering for them. So, who would Ares cover for other than—"
"His favourite daughter," Luke interjected, and Feyre realised who they were talking about. The only one Ares would actually risk his own life for. "Clarisse is the lightning thief," The boy announced confidently. Feyre had to admit it made more sense that Clarisse was the lightning thief than Luke, but still, her suspicions ate away at her, nagging on her brain like an uncomfortable tick.
Percy nodded his head. "Chiron's gotta arrest her, find out what she knows. There's more to this than just the bolt, something bigger. Don't ask me how I know, you just gotta trust me," He explained.
"Don't argue with Percy on this, guys," Delia piped up, turning to glance over at the curly haired boy. "I've learned in just a few days that he's too stubborn for his good," She added, her choice of words causing for Percy to roll his eyes in response.
"Noted. We'll go and speak to Chiron, ask him about what happens next," Feyre replied, nodding her head in the process before a curious thought crossed her mind. "So, you guys met the infamous god of war. How was that?" She inquired, her brow raised.
It was silent for a moment, the kids exchanging a series of glances before Percy turned his attention back to Feyre and Luke. "Well, compared to the Chimera on Monday and Medusa on Sunday, could have been a lot worse," He shrugged his shoulders. Feyre was surprised to learn the kids had taken on dangerous monsters such as a Chimera and Medusa. They were lucky to still have all their limbs.
"Medusa was Saturday," Annabeth corrected. And that was all it took before her and Percy began to quietly bicker back and forth while Delia just stared at them with annoyance written all over her face. Judging by the girl's expression, Feyre realised the bickering between the duo seemed to be a daily occurrence. Feyre found it kind of sweet. It reminded the girl of how Luke and her were when she first arrived at camp, and even now, they found themselves bickering on occasions.
Feyre wasn't the only one to notice it either. "Guys, what is this?" Luke asked, staring between Percy and Annabeth with suspicion twinkling in his eyes.
"What?" Both Percy and Annabeth replied in unison.
"When did you turn into an old married couple?" Luke questioned further, a teasing smirk etched at the corners of his lips, and Feyre couldn't help but smile in return.
Percy was quick to clear his throat in response. "Not to change the subject, but I'm gonna..." He paused, and Feyre let out a quiet giggle when she realised Luke had poked at a confusing subject for two young kids. "We could use your advice on something. We're headed to Las Vegas to find—"
Suddenly, the call dropped out and the Iris Message quickly disappeared. Feyre knitted her brows together once again, wondering what could possibly be in Las Vegas that they needed advice for. Feyre was sure neither her or Luke could possibly help under the circumstances since they've never been to the city. It left her questioning what Percy was going to say if the call didn't fade in the blink of an eye. "I wonder what that was all about..." Feyre spoke up.
Luke nodded his head in agreement. "Yeah. I'm more surprised about Clarisse being the lightning thief. Especially after she agreed to side with us and go against her father if a war broke out," He pointed out. Feyre was silent. She wasn't too sure if she should voice her opinion on the subject. Especially after she previously doubted Luke's integrity. A small part of her still did. Luke then caressed Feyre's face again. "I'm going to go and speak to Chiron about this and talk about next steps. You should go back to your cabin. Tell them Delia is safe. I'm sure they'll be happy to hear from her," He explained, pressing a gentle kiss to the girl's forehead before he began to walk away.
However, Feyre knew she had to get it off her chest before it began to eat her alive. The thought alone was consuming her. She had to voice her concerns. "Luke..." She called out to the boy, causing for him to stop in his tracks before he turned around to face her again. "You're not the lightning thief, are you?" She asked him.
Luke chuckled in response, clearly amused by her accusation. "Of course, not. Why would you ask me that?" He countered.
"I saw your face when Percy told you he knew who stole the bolt. It was like you were afraid of being caught," Feyre paused for a moment, shrugging her shoulders. "But you wouldn't do that. I know you wouldn't. You're not the kind of person to kick start a war between the gods, no matter how much you hate them," She reassured, realising how stupid her accusation must have sounded the more she went over the facts in her head.
Luke walked back over to Feyre and tilted his head to the side slightly. "Exactly. And it isn't like you stole the bolt either, right?" He asked her.
"Gods, no," Feyre scoffed, shaking her head. "And face Zeus's wrath for stealing his precious bolt? I would rather not," She then laughed.
"Plus, Ares wouldn't cover for us. Covering for his favourite child makes the most sense," Luke added, and Feyre nodded her head in agreement. He was right. Clarisse being the lightning thief made the most sense logically. "I'll see you later," He told the girl before turning around and walking away into the opposite direction once again.
Feyre exhaled the breath she had been holding for far too long, relief washing over her when she realised she could still trust Luke, knowing she was crazy for doubting him, even for a second because he would never betray her. The same way she would never betray him.
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Delia Cromwell didn't know what to expect when she stepped foot into the Lotus Casino with her friends at her side. The mission was simple, go inside, find Hermes and speak to him, then leave with an easy ride to Los Angeles to complete their quest before the deadline. More so than ever since Feyre and Luke had informed them that a war between the gods meant a war between the campers back at Camp Half-Blood. Delia thought it through logically, and she knew deep down it would be the easiest thing they've done on this quest so far. There were no monsters hoping to swallow them whole, and no gods looking to send them into a trap, and so their objective seemed simple enough if Hermes was inside the casino somewhere. At least that was what Delia was hoping.
However, the second Delia stopped in her tracks and peered into the casino where half a dozen people lingered inside, laughing, cheering and partying like there was no tomorrow, she felt uneasy. Not because her mind was telling her something dangerous lurked deep inside the casino. But because the longer she stared at the people, the games they played, and the bright vibrant colours shimmering off the detailed interior of the building, was enough to draw her in, like a moth to a flame. A small part of Delia allowed her mind to wonder what endless fun waited for her inside the casino if she made the decision to partake in the festivities. And if she would be missing out if she made the choice to stick to the quest and search for Hermes.
It turned out Delia Cromwell wasn't the only one thinking about it. It didn't take long for Percy to clear his throat, his ocean blue eyes to scan over every corner and crevice of the building that lingered in his sights. "I know we're supposed to be saving the world, but would it be unprofessional if we just hung out here for a bit?" He questioned, slowly taking a step closer inside.
But Delia was quick to come to her senses and wrap her hand firmly around Percy's forearm before she tugged him back to the rest of the group. "Trust me, as much as I want to stay and play a few games, we have a deadline catching up to us. We have to find Hermes," She explained, shaking her head. It almost pained Delia to deny them all of what could be a great couple of hours of being actual children for once in their lives. But she knew there would be more time for that back at camp.
Annabeth glanced over at Delia and nodded her head in agreement. "She's right. We get him to hook us up with a ride to Los Angeles and a plan to get into the Underworld, and we are out of here ten seconds later," She elaborated further, a serious and stern expression plastered across her face. Percy then turned to glance between the two girls, his gaze shifting between both Delia and Annabeth for a moment before he rolled his eyes in response.
"I was kidding," Percy reassured them. But Delia got the feeling he wasn't. She believed he wasn't joking, not even for a second, because deep down she yearned to ditch the quest for just a couple hours of simple childhood remedies.
Delia was then snapped out of her thoughts by Grover, who turned to the demigods with the kind of look in his eyes that told them a lightbulb just lit up in his skull. "Hang on. Your mom told you all the stories. Did she read you the Odyssey?" Grover inquired curiously, his gaze focused on Percy.
"The graphic novel," Percy confirmed, nodding his head. His words then caused for Delia and Annabeth to shoot him looks, frowns washing over each of their faces. Percy picked up on the judgemental stares coming from the girls and shrugged his shoulders. "It counts."
Grover let out a quiet sigh. "Odysseus lands on a beach. There's these guys who've forgotten where they came from, forgot everything that was important to them, and they got that way because they ate—"
"The lotus flowers," Percy interjected, cutting the satyr off for a moment. That was when they all realised that heading deeper into the Lotus Casino could be too dangerous for them. The temptations could be too strong for them to fight and if they get stuck inside with no memories of why they were there in the first place, then they would surely fail the quest. "But if Hermes is in there, though, then what choice do we have? What do you think, Wise Girl?" Percy asked, staring down at Annabeth.
Annabeth inhaled sharply before she glanced over at Grover and Delia. "Just don't eat anything," She spoke firmly.
Delia nodded her head. "We should split up. I'll go with Grover and you guys stick together. We might be able to cover more ground and find Hermes sooner that way. The less time we spend in this place, the better," She explained. Once the kids all seemed to be in agreement with each other, they went off in pairs in opposite directions.
Delia Cromwell walked beside Grover for a short time before she picked up the pace and started walking further ahead than her satyr friend. The girl scanned her eyes over her unfamiliar surroundings, peering over at various poker tables and the people sitting around them, hoping to find a single glimpse of Hermes. Delia had never met the god of thieves and travellers formally. But she did catch a glimpse of the god on their trip to Olympus during the Winter Solstice. Delia knew that if she saw him, she could approach him and question the man about hitching a ride to Los Angeles on behalf of the entire group. Or maybe go and find Annabeth first, since she might be a little more persuasive given her history with Luke Castellan when they were on the run together.
"I don't see him anywhere," Delia sighed, stopping in her tracks for a moment before she let out another huff. "Maybe we should check down—" By the time Delia turned back around to face Grover, the satyr was gone. "Grover?" Delia called out over the music blaring through the inside of the building. She began to walk further into the casino, hoping to catch a glimpse of her friend. But Grover was nowhere to be found. "Oh, My Gods. Percy and Annabeth are going to kill me when they find out I lost him," She cursed quietly, dread bubbling in the pit of her stomach.
Delia turned on her heel and ventured even further into the casino. She began to call out her friend's name, hoping someone resembling him would turn around and they would be reunited once more. But once again she was out of luck. That was until she bumped into another figure, her shoulder colliding into their own. Delia began to apologise profusely for being so caught up in her problems that she wasn't looking where she was going in her panicked state. That was until she came face to face with a young girl, probably a year younger than herself. She had long brown hair and dark brown eyes that shimmered brightly in the rays of lights hanging above them.
The girl smiled back at Delia before she parted her lips to speak. "It's okay. I should've been looking where I was going, too," She reassured Delia's worries, allowing Delia to sigh in relief before a small smile of her own found its way to her lips. The girl then decided to speak once again. "Did you see a little boy coming running through here at all? He's got dark hair and eyes like me. He's my brother so we should look alike," She explained, sounding almost hopeful that this complete stranger may have found her brother.
But all Delia could do was shake her head. "No, I'm sorry. But if I find him, I can always bring him to you," She offered.
The girl laughed in response. "It's okay. He probably didn't go too far. He's probably off playing a game somewhere in this place. He'll come back soon enough," She countered before she furrowed her brows together. "What about you? It looked like you were like me — searching for something that's lost?" She questioned curiously, suspicion glimmering in her dark chocolate coloured eyes.
And in that moment Delia couldn't help but stare back at the girl with a puzzled look burning in her eyes. She lost something? But surely she would know if she was looking for something that was lost. Especially if it was something important to her. Delia tried to think if there was something missing from her life and that's why she was standing in the middle of a casino in the first place. And then she began to wonder why she was in the casino at all. It was clouds of smoke were filling her head and blocking out any reasonable explanation that would explain why she was standing here, and what was missing. Delia's confusion was enough to make the girl standing in front of her snap her fingers in front of her face.
"Hey, is everything okay?" The girl asked, concern laced in her voice.
Although something screamed at Delia to try and remember, she allowed the thought and worry to roll off her shoulders before she looked back at the girl, smiling once again. "I'm great. So, what's your name?" She asked.
The girl nodded her head. "Bianca. And you?" Bianca introduced herself.
"Delia," She replied, staring back at Bianca with a soft glimmer in her eyes. "So, it seems like you're more familiar with this place than I am. Is there any games you recommend?" She questioned further.
Bianca grabbed Delia's hand with her own and pulled her along. "There's this game that's to die for. My brother, Nico, is obsessed with it. Maybe that's where I'll find him," She laughed, continuing to drag Delia further and deeper into the building.
And soon enough, Delia Cromwell became just another lost soul to the Lotus Casino after all.
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authors note.
First of all I'm really sorry for like 3 weeks with no updates. Work and life in general was too much and I just didn't feel like writing for a while. But I'm back and I'll be finishing up act one of this book in a few chapters time so keep an eye out for every chapter coming soon!!!
Also a Bianca cameo and Nico mention...I wasn't going to do it, like my mind was telling me to not do it, but I caved because it'll make Titan's Curse more fun in terms of Delia's arc 🤭
Until then I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and I'll update again soon!!!