Chapter Twelve
A Wicked Welcome for Wendy
“Swift as quicksilver, it courses through the natural gates and alleys of the body; and with sudden vigor is...like...milk.”
Shakespeare, Hamlet, act 1, scene 5
“We want to show you something as soon as you can walk.” I helped a groggy Percy sit up in bed while Thorne handed him a cup of steaming coffee.
“What happened?” Percy mumbled. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs.
“Here, sip this,” Thorne said. He helped Percy grip the cup in both his hands and raise it to his mouth. Percy gulped a few swallows, then glanced at both of us. “Wha...what’s going on?” He stared at our naked bodies and almost spilled his coffee when he realized he was naked, too.
“Take it easy,” I soothed him with my soft voice. “You’re among friends, even if it seems
