Hey guys, I know it's been I while, but I can't bring myself to not finish this story, so I'm going to try and finish it. And once I'm done, I'm probably gonna do a rewrite so look out for that. Thanks for the support! -shadow6539

"I hope your interrogation of the traitor wasn't boring."

Reyna turned around and held her blade to the intruder's throat. "Octavian," Reyna sighed, lowering her blade. She started to stack her papers on the table she had been working at.

"You know, most people would be rather afraid if you shoved a sword in their face, but with the war and all… Though, it doesn't seem like you're happy to see me."

"Who is?" Reyna muttered, before returning to her normal tone. "What do you want Octavian?" The praetor finished stacking the papers and stood. "What urgent business do you have for me this time?"

The augur shrugged. "I wouldn't call it urgent business; per se… let's just say that I saw another spy last night."

Reyna frowned. "Another spy?"

"Yes praetor. I'm surprised you didn't find out, considering that you look in the mirror every day."

Reyna's eyes narrowed. "You're accusing me as the spy? Octavian, have you lost your mind!"

"Don't try and deny it, I saw you and that… that Graecus, last night."

"Who would believe it Octavian? It takes a lot of effort to turn a legion against their praetor. Besides, you aren't the most trustworthy in legion."

Octavian stared her straight in the eyes. "There are ways… This is your only warning, and you're lucky to even get a warning. Either back out of this partnership, or leave the legion. We don't have a place for a turncoat," Octavian turned away. "Either way, di Angelo will suffer the consequences as well. You have until tomorrow to decide." The augur left, leaving Reyna alone to her thoughts.

Nico stared out into the dark camp. Being tied up wasn't fun, especially when there wasn't anywhere to sleep. It was a little difficult with his hands behind his back and being stuck in sitting position. Hoping for some peace and quiet, Nico closed his eyes and leaned back on the pole.

He immediately leaned forward when something hit it.

"Sorry, thought you were asleep," said a voice off to his right.

"Next time, just tell me," Nico complained. He felt the ropes on his hands loosen, then drop completely. "What are you doing?"

"Octavian's on to us. We've got to convince him that you're out of the picture, before he convinces the legion that I'm a traitor."

"How's he going to do that?" Nico asked, standing up slowly to get used to the sensation again. His legs had been cramping up from sitting for the night.

"I don't know, but our time table's just moved up. We've got to make peace before Octavian finds a way to take control," Reyna started down the hill, having Nico follow her. "Tell the centaur, or who's ever in charge, that the Romans are ready to negotiate."

"What if the legion doesn't feel the same way?"

Reyna bit her lip. "I figure something out, but you better be ready on your end.

Nico nodded. "Easier said than done. We're in way over our heads."

"You can say that again," Reyna kissed him on the cheek. "Be careful."

"Be careful, in a war?" The pair stared at each other before Nico closed the distance between them. Reyna threw her arms around his neck and Nico pulled Reyna towards him, finally able to hold her.

They broke apart, and Nico started to run towards the house where Chiron stayed. Reyna watched him, before turning back to go to her tent.

She entered her tent, wondering what she was going to do.

Reyna was surprised to here a rustle outside her tent. Thinking it was Octavian, she already formed a dozen insults in her mind before seeing that it was Dakota. The son of Bacchus was wedding the standard Roman armor minus the helmet. His normal bloodshot eyes seemed less energetic.

"Dakota," Reyna said, surprised by the centurion coming to visit. "Is there something you want to talk about?"

He shook his head. "Not really, just checking in from border patrol."

Reyna sighed before sitting down. "Right. Thanks."

Dakota frowned. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

Dakota raised an eyebrow.

"Just, leading takes a lot out of you."

"Tell me about it. I've had to triple how much look aid I usually have just stay on my feet."

"Let's hope no one ever gives you coffee."

"To late," Dakota chuckled. "It looks like you could use some."

Reyna ran a hand through her hair. "The work keeps too busy to notice."

Dakota shook his head. "My dad's known for being an alcoholic, but you're a workaholic. Have fun with the paper work," he said, eyeing the stack before turning and walking away.

Reyna frowned. "Yeah, loads of fun."