When I wake up, Will is watching me from Hazel's bed. I glare at him, confused.

"What are you doing here?" I ask.

"Don't you remember?" He says matter-of-factually, "We slept together."

Wait-WHAT?! My face burns as I stare at him, mouth open, too shocked to say anything. He begins to turn bright red under my gaze.

"Oh! Not in that way!" He clarifies quickly. I relax a little, beginning to remember the night before. I turn red again when I remember what happened. I had stayed awake for an extra hour after Will dropped off because I couldn't stop thinking about how he was there, right next to me, how close he was, how soft he felt,how his warmth enveloped me. This is a particularly embarrassing and incriminating memory, so I pack it up and put it into the bottom of my stomach. Besides, I should be considering more important things now.

"Well, Solace, how late is it?" I ask.

"Uh...5:35." He says, still red in the face.

"Do you think any of the campers are up?" I hope they aren't, because if they see us coming out of my cabin together, they'll get the wrong idea. Particularly Jason and the Aphrodite cabin.

"Some might be...but usually everyone wakes up more around 7..." He tells me, confused.

"Good. You sneak out the back entrance and I'll go out the front." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"Because we can't leave the cabin together!" I hiss.

After a while, his eyes widen in surprise. He colors, but is also smirking.

"Won't me going out the back entrance be a dead giveaway?" He questions.

I just glare at him. "I'll be even worse if we go out the front together."

He sighs. "Fine, Deathboy." He smiles at me, face still a little red. "I'll do it."

I nod and try not to return the Will's grin.

"Wait, you have a back entryway?" He suddenly asks.

"Yes." I say. "I don't want everybody knowing what I'm doing all the time, Solace."

"Oh." he says. Then his eyes suddenly light up and he grins."Alright! Show me where it is!'

I'm suspicious. Why is he so enthusiastic all of a sudden?

Whatever. I point to a nearly-invisible trapdoor on the floor between Hazel's bed and Dad's shrine.

"It's right there." I say, "And try not to be seen."

He nods and slips toward it, as if he's practicing being sneaky. I roll my eyes and wait until he's opened the trapdoor before I open the front door.

My chest constricts at the sight that greets me. This is bad.

Long story short, we're doomed.