𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

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ᵐᵉⁿᵒᵈᵒʳᵃ ⁻ ʷᵉ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᶻᵒᵐᵇⁱᵉˢ

ᵐᵉⁿᵒᵈᵒʳᵃ ⁻ ʷᵉ ˡᵉᵃʳⁿ ʰᵒʷ ᵗᵒ ᵍʳᵒʷ ᶻᵒᵐᵇⁱᵉˢ

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˚    ✦   .  .   ˚ .      . ✦     ˚     . ★⋆.

Menodora tied her hair in a bun, and let her front locks shadow her face, concealing her features from the crowd.

Percy led her into a coffee shop, and the warmth of the place gave her a big, soft embrace, warming her body.

She saw the quest group sitting in a booth, secretively huddled together.

Percy jerked her hand and pulled her into the booth right behind them.

"Grover, are you sure?" Thalia was saying.

"Well... pretty sure. Ninety-nine percent. Okay, eighty-five percent."

"And you did this with acorns?" Bianca asked, finding it hard to believe.

Grover huffed, offended. "It's a time-honored tracking spell. I mean, I'm pretty sure I did it right."

"D.C. is about sixty miles from here," Bianca said. "Nico and I..." She paused. "We used to live there. That's... that's strange. I'd forgotten."

"I dislike this," Zoe said. "We should go straight west. The prophecy said west."

"Oh, like your tracking skills are better?" Thalia growled.

The booth shifted. "You challenge my skills, you scullion? You know nothing of being a Hunter!"

"Oh, scullion? You're calling me a scullion? What even is a scullion?"

"Come on you two," Grover grunted. "Not again. Quit the fighting."

"Grover's right," Bianca said. "D.C. is our best bet, anyway."

Zoë didn't sound convinced, so it surprised Menodora when she said, "Very well. Let us keep moving."

"You're going to get us arrested, driving," Thalia grumbled. "I look closer to sixteen than you do."

"Perhaps," Zoë snapped. "But I have been driving since automobiles were invented. Let us go."

Menodora slumped deeper into her seat when the group walked by. Like the idiot she was, she glanced at them and instantly met Bianca's eyes.

Bianca came to an abrupt halt, and stared at Menodora with a complexed frown.

"Shit, shit, shit," Menodora breathed as she got up and left for the bathroom.

"Where are you going?!" Percy hissed, not letting go of her.

"She saw me! I need to get out of here," Menodora said as she ran into the bathroom.

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