Last chapter and REALLY REALLY SHORT. Mwhahaha!
To RandomFanAuthor- Yes it is and yes you should be! Here is an update, I shall leave you to stew over it :3 And Lou reacting to Jason? Mmmmm... can't tell you that. Well, it was rainy here, but now we've got 30 plus degree heat, which is fun for my hayfever. But we are supposed to be having thunderstorms at the end of the week, so yay! Love storms!
To Guest- your review made my day, thank you! ^_^
Reyna shouldn't have left her alone. She relieved Pierre, yawning and bleary-eyed Pierre, and took his seat. She clicked through the screens to see where Louisa was now, seeing her disappear into the bathroom- for obvious reasons, the only room without the spy gear. From the audio on the landing, Reyna could faintly hear the taps running, filling the bathtub.
Exhaustion tugged at her eyes as the hour progressed. She knew Louisa liked to lie in the water when her anxiety played up, so she thought nothing amiss for quite some time. She practised with the settings of Leo's system, manoeuvring the cameras, zooming in and out, fiddling with the volume and playbacks. Her hands travelled over the keyboard, then just one, then a single digit stabbing at the keys as her eyes grew heavy.
The sky was still dark outside when Reyna opened her eyes from an unplanned nap. She rubbed at her face, sniffed, squinted at the screen. Thunder rumbled. Realisation rocketed her from her seat, burned away the dregs of sleep. She was out the door with a swear on her lips and a chill in her bones.
Demigods were lining the streets, watching a small procession down the Via Praetoria. Hazel led them. Reyna watched from the steps of the white headquarters building, Frank at her side. His expression was grim, focused on the coffin coming closer. The group passed the chariot dealership, the armoury, gladiatorial supply store and then the coffee shop. Reyna wrenched her gaze from the advance, from the coffin, scanning the desolate, grieving faces of demigods for a familiar scowl or swish of dark hair or a crackle of green.
"Frank, where's Lou?" Her co-praetor looked down at her, side-long, with a confused frown.
"Is she not at the house?"
"She… she…" Her gaze drifted upwards, clenching a handful of her cloak in a worried fist.
The storm was back.
:)