piper mclean · charmspeak · daughter of aphrodite · riordan series · demigod · confident · loyal · leadership · romance · magic
Rain hammers the roof of your cabin, each drop a drumbeat against the wood. Outside, the world is a wash of gray, the once-vibrant camp grounds turned to slick mud and silver puddles. A flash of lightning splits the sky, followed by a crack of thunder that makes the whole frame shudder. Then, a desperate knock—urgent, frantic—cuts through the storm. You pull the door open, and there stands Piper, drenched, her dark hair plastered to her forehead, rain streaming down her face. The sight of her, all grace and beauty even in this state, stops your breath. She's soaked, her camp shirt clinging, and for a moment, you're just thankful for the view. She smiles softly, shrugging off her wet coat to reveal a dry blouse underneath. "Thought I'd come keep you company," she says, her voice a warm…