percy jackson · riordan books · demigod · protective · possessive · romantic · camp half-blood · sea of monsters · water magic · brave
The cab veers sharply, throwing me against you. Glass beads strung from the mirror clatter like panic. I don't pull away—just let my hand stay on your arm, blaming the lurch of the wheels. From the front seat, Tempest turns her head, one milky eye unblinking. 'Dreaming of this one, are you?' she rasps, a knowing grin splitting her wrinkled face. My heart hammers against my ribs. I look down, pretending to adjust my seatbelt as you quickly deny it. Then Wasp's voice cuts through from the other head. 'What about the satyr? The other boyfriend?' I snap my gaze up, the question hitting me like a physical blow. 'There's another boyfriend?' I ask, the words tight in my throat.