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Weeks passed since the incident with Mrs. Dodds transforming into some bat demon, though only Damian and Percy remembered her while veryone else seemed to have forgotten about her. For the rest of the school year, the entire campus seemed to be playing some kind of trick on the boys. The students acted as if they were completely and totally convinced that Mrs. Kerr—a perky blond woman whom Damian and Percy had never seen before until she got on the bus at the end of the field trip—had been their pre-algebra teacher since Christmas.
Every so often Damian and Percy would spring a Mrs. Dodds reference on somebody, just to see if they could trip them up, but they would stare at them like they were psychopaths.
However, there was one who did not fool them easily.
Grover.
When Percy mentioned the name Dodds to him, he would hesitate, then claim she didn't exist. Damian knew he was lying. He knew a lie when he smelled one.
The freak weather continued. One night, a thunderstorm blew out the windows in Damian's dorm room. A few days later, the biggest tornado ever spotted in the Hudson Valley touched down only fifty miles from Yancy Academy. One of the current events they studied in social studies class was the unusual number of small planes that had gone down in sudden squalls in the Atlantic that year.
Despite his rebellious attitude and talking back to teachers, Damian managed to keep a decent Grade C since he could handle pressure when the going gets tough. Percy on the other hand struggled and his grades slipped from Ds to Fs. He got into more fights with Nancy Bobofit and her friends, and he was sent out into the hallway in almost every class.
Damian also explained to Percy why he had a gone, with a pretty simple and reasonable explanation without outright telling him he hunted demons.
"It's New York City." He had said. "Not even kids our age are safe from muggings and murderers. Best to be prepared to fight back."
Percy accepted it, since New York is a dangerous city.
Right now, the two were in their dorm room trying their best to study for the upcoming Latin exam. Grover had gone for a walk. Percy meanwhile was only interested in learning and revising for Latin. He wanted to impress Mr Brunner and didn't want to fail after Mr Brunner had shown great interest in him, pushing him to be the best that he can be.
Damian was also on the phone with his dad. "So, you're going to be out of town, huh?" He asked after his father finished explaining he, Trish and Lady had a job that was taking them out of town.
"Yeah, to the city of Fortuna actually." Dante sighed, speaking in his usual laid-back manner. "It's a city playing host to some religious cult that worshipped your grandfather a few years back. Yeah, worshipping a demon as a god, ironic. Anyway, Lady explained the cult, known as the Order of the Sword, have been up to something such as capturing Devil Arms and demons."
"Sounds like a lot of fun." Damian said, now wanting to go and check it out.
However, Dante seemed to know this and chuckled. "You ain't coming, kid. You got school to deal with and your education's important."
"But Dad-"
"No buts." Dante said sternly, which was something out of character for the cocky and laid-back Demon Hunter, but ever since becoming a father he took the role seriously. "You can stay with your friend, Percy, until I call to let you know when I've finished and then I'll come and get you. Could pay a visit to Sally's and give old Gabe a good punch just for being a total dick."
Damian snorted. "Get in line, old man. Alright, fine, but I'll have to check with Percy to see if it's okay."
"You do that. Take care, sport."
"Love you too, dad." Damian said and hung up, sighing as he put his phone down. "Well Perce, looks like my dad's gonna be out of Redgrave with my aunts for a few days due to work. You don't mind if I stay over at yours until he comes back, right?"
"Of course not." Percy smiled. "Mom will be glad to have you over. Plus, Smelly Gabe will be on his toes with you around."
"Meh, he tries anything I'll take all his money." Damian shrugged. "Anyway, how you getting on with your studies?"
Percy sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Terrible. I mean, how am I meant to remember the difference between Chiron and Charon, or Polydictes and Polydeuces?"
Damian raised an eyebrow. "Well for one, Chiron has a 'i' as the third letter and is also the trainer of heroes, plus he's also a centaur. I believe he trained Jason and Hercules. As for Charon, the third letter in his name is a 'a' and he's also the Ferryman of Hades. He brings the souls of the dead across the River Styx."
Percy shot him an exasperated look. "You know what I mean."
Damian sighed and stood. "Look, if you're struggling, why not just ask Mr. Brunner for help? teachers are there for a reason, even though some are just dicks. Besides, you're one of his favourite students so I'm sure he'll help you out."
Percy was silent as he thought about his friend's words before he nodded. "Yeah, okay. But you're coming with me. I'd feel better if I had backup."
Damian rolled his eyes as he followed Percy out of their dorm. "Jesus, Percy, he's a guy in a wheelchair, not a monster in disguise who can shoot tentacles at you if you try running."
"Shut up."
They walked downstairs to the faculty offices. Most of them were dark and empty, but Mr. Brunner's door was ajar, light from his window stretching across the hallway floor.
They were three steps from the door handle when they heard voices, causing Damian to grab Percy to halt him from going inside. That was when they heard Grover's unmistakable voice. "...worried about Percy and Damian, sir."
Damian and Percy shared a look.
"... alone this summer," Grover was saying. "I mean, a Kindly One in the school! Now that we know for sure, and they know too—"
"We would only make matters worse by rushing them," Mr. Brunner said. "We need Percy to mature more. And Damian, there's something mysterious about him. He's different from the rest."
Damian frowned at that. 'What does he mean by that? Does he know what I am? That I'm a Demon Hunter? That dad is a half-demon?'
"But he may not have time. The summer solstice deadline— "
"Will have to be resolved without Percy, Grover. Let him enjoy his ignorance while he still can. And we will keep Damian in the dark along with him."
"Sir, they saw her... ."
"Their imagination," Mr. Brunner insisted. "The Mist over the students and staff will be enough to convince them both of that."
'What the hell is the Mist?' Damian thought.
"Sir, I... I can't fail in my duties again." Grover's voice was choked with emotion. "You know what that would mean."
"You haven't failed, Grover," Mr. Brunner said kindly. "I should have seen her for what she was. Now let's just worry about keeping Percy and Damian alive until next fall—"
THUD!
Damian nearly jumped and whirled on Percy to see the mythology book he had been holding had slipped out of his hand.
Mr. Brunner had also fallen silent.
Percy picked the book up and the two backed away. A shadow slid across the lighted glass of Brunner's office door, the shadow of something much taller than their wheelchair-bound teacher, holding something that looked suspiciously like an archer's bow.
Damian opened the nearest door and slipped inside with Percy.
A few seconds later they heard a slow clop-clop-clop, like muffled wood blocks, then a sound like an animal snuffling right outside my door. A large, dark shape paused in front of the glass, then moved on.
A bead of sweat trickled down Percy's neck.
Somewhere in the hallway, Mr. Brunner spoke. "Nothing," he murmured. "My nerves haven't been right since the winter solstice."
"Mine neither," Grover said. "But I could have sworn..."
"Go back to the dorm," Mr. Brunner told him. "You've got a long day of exams tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
The lights went out in Mr. Brunner's office.
When Damian felt like the coast was clear, they slipped out of the room and quickly ran back to their dorm where they found Grover as lying on his bed, studying his Latin exam notes like he'd been there all night.
"Hey guys," he said, bleary-eyed. "You going to be ready for this test?"
"As ready as anyone else is for this stuff." Damian said, acting casual and normal as he walked over to get to his own studying.
Grover looked at Percy and frowned. "You look awful. Is everything okay?"
"Just... tired." Percy lied and started getting ready for bed.
Damian eyed Grover out the corner of his eye, wondering exactly what is was Grover and Mr. Brunner were talking about. Were he and Percy in some kind of danger?
The next afternoon, both Damian and Percy were exhausted physically and mentally after enduring a three-hour Latin exam. It was so difficult given their dyslexia, seeing the words all jumbled up because of it had caused them to misspel a few names as a result.
Damian had done slightly good, but not enough for a good grade he figured.
They froze when Mr. Brunner called them back, wondering if he had caught them listening in the other night, but it turned out Mr. Brunner wanted to give them their exam results.
"Percy," he said. "Don't be discouraged about leaving Yancy. It's... it's for the best."
His tone was kind, but the words still embarrassed Percy. Even though he was speaking quietly, the other kids leaving could hear. Nancy Bobofit smirked at Percy and made sarcastic little kissing motions with her lips, but she stopped when Damian shot her a glare with his intimidating silver eyes. Like a wolf staring at it's prey.
"Okay, sir." Percy mumbled.
"I mean..." Mr. Brunner wheeled his chair back and forth, like he wasn't sure what to say. "This isn't the right place for you. It was only a matter of time."
'That's gotta hurt. Percy's not gonna take this well.' Damian thought with a wince, glancing worriedly at his friend.
"Right." He said, trembling.
"No, no," Mr. Brunner said. "Oh, confound it all. What I'm trying to say ... you're not normal, Percy. That's nothing to be—"
"Thanks," Percy blurted. "Thanks a lot, sir, for reminding me." Percy then picked up his backpack and walked out.
"That could've gone better." Damian commented, unable to help make such a smartass comment.
"Perhaps I was a little too hard on him." Mr. Brunner sighed.
"You just want what's best for him, every teacher wants that for their students... even if some clearly don't care and are only in it for the money." Damian said, having had a few teachers in his past schools that had that kind of mindset. Only in it for the money, not to educate children on their future and all that shit.
"Yes, well... what about you, Mr. Redgrave?" Mr. Brunner asked. "Will you be joining us again next year?"
Damian shrugged. "I wouldn't count on it. Percy finds a way to get into trouble when I'm not there, so I figured it's bet I stick by him. Keep him company, have a familiar face around."
Mr. Brunner smiled. "You're a good friend, Damian. The word could use someone like you."
"Perhaps... but I'm one of a kind, so where's the fun in that?" The grandson of Sparda smirked as he left. "See ya, Mr. B!"
Mr. Brunner chuckled. "That boy..."
Damian was glad it was the last day of term, maybe now he can get back to doing what he does best; hunting demons and kicking their asses before putting a bullet in their heads or slicing them into shredded cheese with his sword.
Right now, the son of Dante sat with Percy and Grover, having placed his suitcase above them in the compartments for suitcases and bags. Damian had often gotten comments for the long, rectangle=shaped suitcase he carried with him but said he had a lot of clothes and liked the room.
Nobody was aware it actually contained his sword.
It's not like he can carry it around in public with him.
Damian and Percy dreaded saying goodbye to Grover, but they quickly learned that he was going to Manhattan as well. While Percy thought nothing of it, Damian was a little more cautious.
After all, to him, there was no such thing as a coincidence, only the illusion of coincidence.
He really should stop watching V for Vendetta with Hugo Weaving in it.
During the whole bus ride, Grover kept glancing nervously down the aisle, watching the other passengers. It occurred to Damian that he'd always acted nervous and fidgety when they left Yancy, as if he expected something bad to happen. Before, Damian and Percy would always assume he was worried about getting teased. But there was nobody to tease him on the Greyhound.
"What's got him so rattled?" Percy whispered to Damian, who shrugged.
"Let's ask him." The son of Dante said and they leaned over the seat in front of him.
"Looking for Kindly Ones?" Percy asked.
Grover nearly jumped out of his seat. "Wha—what do you mean?"
"We eavesdropped on you and Mr. Brunner." Damian said unashamedly. "What's the solstice deadline?"
He winced. "Look, guys... I was just worried for you, see? I mean, hallucinating about demon math teachers..."
"Grover—" Percy started
"And I was telling Mr. Brunner that maybe you both were overstressed or something, because there was no such person as Mrs. Dodds, and ..."
"Grover, you're a really, really bad liar." Damian said blankly. "Your ears are turning pink, which happens every time you lie."
From his shirt pocket, he fished out a grubby business card. "Just take this, okay? In case you need me this summer.
The card was in fancy script, which was murder on their dyslexic eyes, but they finally made out something like:
Grover Underwood
Keeper
Half-Blood Hill
Long Island, New York
(800) 009-0009
"That sounds racist." Damian commented on the Half-Blood part. "Grov, tell me you're not one of those people."
"What? No!"
"Grover," Percy said, "What exactly are you trying to protect us from?"
However, before Grover could answer there was a huge grinding noise under their feet. Black smoke began to pour out from the dashboard and the whole bus filled with a smell like rotten eggs.
"Everyone out!" The bus driver called out, causing everyone to groan as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"Of course, this happens in New York." Damian remarked with an eyeroll as he got off with Percy and Grover. He saw they were on a country road.
"Hey." Percy nudged him and nodded over to something, causing Damian to look over only to frown when he saw an old-fashioned fruit stand/
The stuff on sale looked really good: heaping boxes of bloodred cherries and apples, walnuts and apricots, jugs of cider in a claw-foot tub full of ice. There were no customers, but that's not what made Damian frown.
There were just three old ladies sitting in rocking chairs in the shade of a maple tree, knitting the biggest pair of socks ever seen.
"What the hell...?" Damian muttered with wide eyes. "Phone a care home, tell them three grannies are on the loose."
Percy snickered and played along. "Are they armed?"
"Yeah, with socks the size of sweaters. And from the fact that they're staring right at you, I'd say they want to make you their victim." Damian said and nearly burst out laughing.
"Guys, this is not funny!" Grover said nervously with panic in his voice. "Tell me they're not looking at you. They are, aren't they?"
"Yeah. Weird, huh? You think those socks would fit me?" Percy asked curiously.
"If they planned on stuffing your body in it for suffocation... yeah." Damian nodded. "But I think they're making them for Godzilla."
"Not funny." Grover said.
The old lady in the middle took out a huge pair of scissors—gold and silver, long-bladed, like shears. Damian heard Grover catch his breath.
"We're getting on the bus." He said. "Come on."
"What?" Percy said. "It's a thousand degrees in there."
"Come on!'" Grover pried open the door and climbed inside, but Damian and Percy stayed back.
Across the road, the old ladies were still watching Percy. The middle one cut the yarn, and Damian swore he could hear that snip across four lanes of traffic. Her two friends balled up the electric-blue socks, leaving Damian wondering who they could possibly be for—Bigfoot or Godzilla.
At the rear of the bus, the driver wrenched a big chunk of smoking metal out of the engine compartment. The bus shuddered, and the engine roared back to life.
The passengers cheered.
"Darn right!" yelled the driver. He slapped the bus with his hat. "Everybody back on board!"
As they got back on the bus, Percy looked at Damian. "Why do you think three old ladies got Grover so spooked?"
"Aside from the fact those ladies had clearly lived past their life expectancy? I'm not sure." Damian shrugged.
When they sat down, they immediately turned to Grover. "Okay, G-man, talk. What are you not telling us?" Percy demanded.
Grover dabbed his forehead with his shirt sleeve. "Guys, what did you see back at the fruit stand?"
"You mean the old ladies?" Damian frowned, wondering what was the deal that three harmless old ladies could cause Grover to panic like someone was going to die. "What is it about them, dude?"
"They're not like... Mrs. Dodds, are they?" Percy asked hesitantly.
Grover's expression was hard to read, but Damian got the feeling that the fruit-stand ladies were something much, much worse than Mrs. Dodds. He said, "Just tell me what you saw."
"The middle one took out her scissors, and she cut the yarn." Damian stated.
He closed his eyes and made a gesture with his fingers that might've been crossing himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something almost—older.
He said, "You saw her snip the cord."
"Yeah. So?" Percy asked.
"This is not happening," Grover mumbled. He started chewing at his thumb. "I don't want this to be like the last time. I already failed with Thalia, I can't fail again."
"Who's Thalia?" Damian raised an eyebrow. "You got a cute girlfriend we don't know about?"
"N-No! Look just... Let me walk you home from the bus station. Promise me."
Damian and Percy shared a look, confused on everything going on but they nodded anyway.
The rest of the journey back was silent before they finally arrived at the bus terminal.
"I'm just going to the bathroom. You guys wait here." Grover said before he hopped off towards the bathroom. Once he was gone, Percy gripped Damian's arm.
"We have to go. I have to get home and see my mom and Grover is freaking me out." Percy said.
"Hey, he's freaking me out a little as well, but we can't just ditch the guy." Damian argued. "He's seriously worried about something that concerns us."
"Look, I know it's not right but I have to see my mom. All this weird stuff that has gone on with Mrs Dodds and then those weird old ladies, I just want to go home." Percy said.
Percy then went to the side of the street walk and waved his arm. As soon as he did, a taxi pulled up.
"Goddammit, why do I have to be such a good friend?" Damian grumbled as he followed after Percy into the taxi.
Damian and Percy felt bad about leaving Grover behind, especially in the way they did, but Percy was getting seriously freaked out by his behaviour, and he wanted to see his mom again. The taxi soon arrived at East One-hundred-and-fourth and First. There stood a relatively decent looking apartment complex.
Damian had been over a few times before and her the pleasure of meeting Percy's mother, Sally Jackson.
According to Percy, she's the best person in the world, she'd have to be if she put up with someone like Smelly Gabe. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.
The only good break she ever got was meeting Percy's dad.
Apparently. not long after Sally had Percy, his father set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.
Lost at sea, Sally had said. Not dead. Lost at sea.
She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised Percy on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once.
Sally was always welcoming towards Damian when he came over with Percy, often including him in her letters to Percy when she wrote, asking about how both are doing.
Damian and Percy entered the apartment, hoping to see Sally home from work but clearly that was not the case yet as they heard Gabe in the living room, playing poker with his friends from the sounds of it. The television blared ESPN. Chips and beer cans were strewn all over the carpet.
Damian almost smirked as he remembered when Gabe once bragged about how nobody could beat him at poker, so Damian took that challenge personally and played him at poker. Damian went on to win every game and make three hundred bucks out of it. Of course, Gabe was a sore loser and accused Damian of cheating but Damian just told him he sucked and he was a loser.
When the boys entered, Gabe looked up and scowled. "You're home. And you brought your punk friend with you, I see."
"Aww, I did not miss you as well, Gabe." Damian smirked. "You've gotten fatter since I last saw you, look like a tuskless walrus."
Gabe stood up from his seat. "Why you little-"
"Is my mom here?" Percy asked, trying to quickly defuse the situation. He knew Damian could kick Gabe's ass all the way to San Francisco and back, but for now he was trying to avoid a blood bath. Gabe's friends were giving Damian the evil eye, they obviously did not like him all that much. That and they were hoping he was not going to get involved in their poker game since they did not want to lose their money to a kid.
"She still working" Gabe said, sitting back down at his seat. "You got any cash?"
"He just got in the door and you're asking him for cash?" Damian asked in disbelief.
"Shut it, punk. I wasn't talking to you." Gabe glared at him then looked at Percy. "Well?"
"I don't have any cash." Percy said but Gabe looked like he didn't believe him.
Apparently, the fat bastard could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which was surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.
"You took a taxi from the bus station." He said. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"
Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looked at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he said. "The kid just got here."
"Am I right?" Gabe repeated.
Eddie scowled into his bowl of pretzels. The other two guys passed gas in harmony.
"Fine," Percy said. He dug a wad of dollars out of his pocket and threw the money on the table. "I hope you lose."
"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouted after them as they went to Percy's room. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"
Percy slammed the door to his room, which really wasn't his room. During school months, it was Gabe's "study." He didn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loved shoving Percy's stuff in the closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne and cigars and stale beer.
Percy dropped his suitcase on the bed and sighed. "Home sweet home."
"Not with that tub of lard next door living here." Damian said, putting his own case down. "Your Mom deserves better than fatso through there."
Percy snorted. "Tell me something I don't know."
Then they heard Sally's voice. "Percy?" She opened the bedroom door and pulled her son into a big hug. "Oh Percy. I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas! And Damian, it's nice to see you again."
"You as well, Sally." Damian smiled at her.
"Mom, is it alright if he stays with us for a while? His dad's out of town and won't be back for a few days." Percy said, explaining Damian's situation.
"It's no problem with me." Sally shook her head. "Is the couch comfortable for you?"
"Sure." Damian nodded.
"Well, come and sit down. Tell me how everything went." Sally said.
So the two did, but they purposely left out the Mrs Dod's debacle and the weird old ladies. Mainly because they doubted she would have believed them. That and they didn't want her to send them to a psyche ward.
"Did something scare you?" Sally asked, looking at the choked up Percy. It was then that Damian realised just how much Percy had missed his mom. It was hard not to.
"No, Mom." Percy said, continuing to lie and not wanting to make his mom worried.
"Well alright then." Sally said but Damian had a feeling the conversation was not quite over yet. "I have a surprise for you, we're going to the beach."
Damian saw Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"
"Three days, same cabin." Sally nodded with a smile.
"When do we leave?"
"Right when I get changed. Damian, will you be joining us?"
"Oh um..." Damian stammered, caught off guard by the offer. "Is that okay? I mean wouldn't you rather it just be you and Percy so you can catch up. I don't want to be in the way."
"Not at all, you're more than welcome. And since you're staying with us, I doubt you'd want to remain here with Gabe." Sally said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.
"True... sure, I'd love to go. But allow me to pay my own way."
"Okay fair enough. Such a gentleman." Sally said, causing Damian to go slightly red.
It was then that Gabe appeared in the doorway and growled, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"
Damian glared at the man. "You've got legs, get off your fat ass and do it yourself."
"Shut it, punk. I work too hard all day and I don't need some stray coming in and telling me what to do." Gabe growled.
"If you call sitting on your ass 'working hard all day'." Damian scoffed.
"I was on my way, honey," Sally told Gabe before a fight could break out. "We were just talking about the trip."
Gabe's eyes got small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"
"I knew it," Percy muttered. "He won't let us go."
"Of course he will," Sally said evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money. That's all. Besides," she added, "Gabriel won't have to settle for bean dip. I'll make him enough seven-layer dip for the whole weekend. Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."
Gabe softened a bit. "So this money for your trip... it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"
"Yes, honey." Sally said.
"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."
"We'll be very careful."
Gabe scratched his double chin. "Maybe if you hurry with that seven-layer dip... And maybe if the kid apologizes for interrupting my poker game."
'That's it!' Damian thought furiously.
"Hey Sally, why don't you and Percy go get ready for the trip... I got to have a little chat with fat boy." Damian said with a look at the fat man.
Both Jacksons looked hesitant, especially Sally. She knew Gabe could get physical if pushed the wrong way, but Percy put a hand on her shoulder in reassurance, letting her know Damian could handle himself.
"Come on, Mom. Damian will be fine." Percy said, hiding the smirk as he had a feeling Damian was going to teach Gabe a lesson in manners.
As the two made their way out of the room, Gabe got right in Damian's face, causing the junior Demon Hunter to nearly gag at the smell. Both his body scent and his breath. Having enhanced senses was a bitch at times, especially when being near people like this.
"You got something to say to me, punk?" Gabe growled.
"Yeah... this!" Without another word, Damian drove his fist into Gabe's stomach, causing the man to lurch forward with a gasp and fall down, clutching his stomach while trying to catch a breath.
"You little-"
Damian delivered a kick to his stomach. "Shut it, you fat piece of shit. Sally deserves better than you, and I hate the way you treat her, the way you treat Percy. So here's how it goes. As of now, you're going to treat her with much more respect, you will not insult her or Percy ever again. Clean this apartment and make it smell like an actual apartment, not some junkie's den. If you don't, I will come find you... and I'll do worse to you than a punch and a kick."
With that, Damian stood and walked over the man.
For the next hour, Damian waited in the living room as Sally got her stuff ready while Percy caught up with his mom in private. Gabe walked back in ten minutes later and was a lot quieter then before. He just sat down at the poker table and got on with the game hardly saying a word and not daring to take a look at Damian. Gabe's self esteem had obviously taken a blow since he got beat up and threatened by a fourteen year old.
It was a little while later that Damian and Percy were loading up the car with Sally getting behind the driver's wheel. Gabe had not bothered to come out and see his car off much to Sally and Percy's surprise.
When they looked back at Damian and saw the smirk on his face he just said. "We had words."
Sally was a little worried while Percy now had a shit eating grin on his face and mouthed "Thanks." to Damian
"No problem." The son of Dante mouthed back before he put his headphones on and began listening to his IPod.
The car drove off and now the trio were making their way to Montauk.
And that's it for this chapter. Yeah, Damian has certainly inherited Dante's mouth and attitude. But hey, Gabe deserved what he got.