It was a known fact that Travis Stoll and Katie Gardner "could't tolerate one another." But then there was this tiny. Little. Whisper. That claimed they were madly, deeply, passionately in love. That little whisper was half of the two. Travis couldn't stand her. Her and her beautiful, wavy hair, that was the color of caramel and curled ever so slightly at her elbows. Her deep, chocolate brown eyes that could assassinate him on the spot, or make him melt into a vulnerable, demigod puddle at her feet. Her flawlessly tanned skin, the light sprinkle of freckles on her nose. Her laugh, that made his knees weak, or the giggle that escaped her lips whenever she talked to Will. Damn him. Travis wished she would look at him the way she looked at damn Will Solace in all of his Apollo glory. She'd giggle and curl a strand of hair round her index finger when he talked to her. And when he finally got balls enough to ask her to the fireworks, she'd nearly died. Damn him to Hades. Then he'd gone and dumped her, broken her heart, and Travis hadn't seen her around camp for days. Not at meal times, not at archery. So he'd decided to pay a visit to the Demeter cabin, the Saturday right before Halloween.