I rested my head on Lee's shoulder as we sat in Apollo's cabin. We sat together on his bunk, a makeshift curtain of blankets around us. Lee stroked my hair while I told him about my life.
"I had three younger sisters. I had a family. I had friends." I murmured into his neck. " My sisters weren't half bloods, like I was. According to my father, Styx seduced him and dropped me on his family's door step when I was two. He had already married and my stepmother was pregnant with my sister Chelsea. She loved me more than he did. When I was eight, my sister Sarah was born. And when I was eleven my youngest sister Cecilia was born. My best friend wasn't a half blood either. Her name was Mary. She killed herself when I left to the States. My stepmother left my father because he forced me to leave. I had nothing to live for here 'til I met your grandfather. He rooted me. Then he met Echidna. Artemis and Zoe saved me." He nodded, looking at me.
I loved his eyes. So blue and deep and pure. He rolled over and cradled me in his strong arms.
"Then I met you." I whispered. He pressed his lips to my forehead.
And he kissed me for the second time. He braced himself over me, his forearms framing my head. I wrapped my hands around his neck. I felt his hands move down my side and hook on my belt loop. I didn't know what I wanted before then. Lee's fingers erupted flames on my bare skin.
Then someone burst through the cabin door. We bolted up right. It was Travis Stoll. He ripped down the blanket, barely stunned by what he was looking at.
"Massie, you need to get to the Big House now" He said. I was up and running in less than a second. Something in the pit of my stomach that had burned lowly all day now was an inferno.
I busted through the door to see the Hunt crying.
"What the hell is going on?" I barked to Chiron.
"Artemis has been saved. Kronos has been delayed." He murmured, approaching me.
"Then why the fuck is everyone crying?"
"Zoe is dead."
My world shattered. I fell to my knees, screaming. Around me, the windows broke to a million pieces each. I coughed up blood.
The girl who saved me. Who told me I would be fine, that I didn't need Jonny to live. Who was the only one who would ever understand.
Dead.
Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.
Mortem occumbere pro patria. Vita excedere. Extremum vitae spiritum edere.
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