Previously:

"I really do feel differently about you" he said

"As do I" Rachel then felt herself going faint and fell forward into Octavian's arms, once again.

Rachel had been out cold for a few hours, but Octavian wasn't worried about her, she was sleeping now. Breathing normally and occasionally murmuring unintelligible things. Normally he would have tried to decipher what she was saying, but other things forced their way into his consciousness. Like what Apollo had said.

She can date me. The thought wouldn't leave him alone. She can date me.

But after hours of thought he had found no hidden meaning in those words and a smile spread across his lips as the true meaning of this finally sunk in.

"Octavian" Octavian's head snapped up and looked across the room at Rachel. Her eyes were fluttering open and she was trying to sit up.

Octavian stood and moved over to her "Rachel, are you okay?"

"Yeah" she said, her voice still pained "My head hurts though. What Happened?"

"How much do you remember, My Princess?" What if she doesn't remember what Apollo said?

"I remember Apollo, and talking to you about..." she blushed "then blackness" she finished quickly

Octavian let out a breath he wasn't aware he's been holding. "You collapsed, then after a while you were just sleeping"

Rachel moved to sit on the edge of the bed. "Why do I keep blacking out?"

"I don't know" Octavian said "Sometimes it's suppressed memories, like Hazel"

"Wait, who's Hazel" Octavian could've sworn he could detect jealousy in her voice. But, then again, he wasn't exactly an expert in that kind of thing.

"She's a girl, Daughter of Pluto, she's one of the seven, she dies in the 1930's and she often blacks out and re-lives her past" Octavian swallowed. Rachel was looking at him wide-eyed "She was Percy's friend, I believe, a-"

"Yeah" Rachel interrupted "Dreams that are memories, that about sums it up"

"What memories?" Octavian asked, then thought about what he said for a moment "Sorry, I didn't mean to... Sorry"

"No" Rachel looked away "It's okay... I just..."

Octavian studied Rachel. Her face, a few tears threatening to escape. Her hands were balled up in fists and turning white from the tension. That's when he saw them. Little white lines on her beautiful skin.

A/N: Yeah, I'm sorry for this chapter. I need this next part to be in Rachel's POV and it's going to be pretty long, I hope. So this needs to be short. I'm sorry I haven't been updating, but I'm reading this new book: Harken by Kaleb Nation. It's pretty good so far, but before I get too emotionally invested I thought I'd post a chapter of this so you guys don't give up hope on me :) Please review and hole tight for the next chapter, which I am very eager for :) Oh, go and read the book too :) It's like $3 on kindle :)

-Athena Ari Hawthorne