Literature
Hidden in Plain Sight
Annabeth and Jason sit in the kitchen, her polishing her knife and him pouring cereal into a bowl. He takes a bite. Annabeth looks up and wrinkles her nose. How he can eat that sickeningly sweet stuff, she has no idea.
"I talked to Reyna last night," Jason says, his voice echoing around the mostly empty kitchen. Everyone else is still in bed or showering, even Coach Hedge.
"Hmm?" Annabeth's hands stop moving over the blade, and she glances at him.
"She didn't have any updates," Jason continues, "They're still in the same area, moving at the same pace. But she seemed really
I don't know. Odd. I mean, she wouldn't meet m