"You think that's going to work?" Fiona asked me when we were on our way back to Tartarus making my head turn towards her. For a split second, I didn't know how to answer her question. I could have said a simple yes or no but it felt like my throat was too closed up to say anything.
I had a rough month, to be honest. I don't think I can go through any more hurdles.
Artemis did come up with a logical plan and she explained to us in her lavish three-story bungalow that she lived by herself wherever she goes on the earth. "It's better" I found myself saying after a moment, "And we have no choice anyway" I added, raising my shoulders to shrug. I wanted to know if there are any other options to solve this problem but so far, it felt like I lost my ability to think under pressure.
Fiona made
