Vibe: Light It Up by NEFFEX (Yes, I totally head canon Destin's playlist containing this song!)
Warnings: Violent fight with blood and injuries.
Destin wore a golden bomber jacket. Perhaps he was a legacy of Apollo. Perhaps he was a god?
Harry and Percy flanked Rachel and the others stood behind them, all facing Destin who still waited on the front porch outside the door.
"What do you want?" Harry asked, annoyed.
Destin smiled. "I'm here to try and change your minds."
"What about?"
"About not dropping Lupa's lessons."
Rachel stared. Percy asked, alarmed now, "Are you spying on us?"
"No," Destin reassured him. "But Lupa has zero bedside manners and she'd have given you a complete overview of what you'll be dealing with if you say yes. I believe she said she'll wait till you're awake for your training to really begin."
Percy glared at him. "I wasn't out. I was dead for nearly a week!"
Destin nodded. "And now you're not. Lupa's training will be the best way to get you up to speed in a short time. The Earth Goddess has sped up the timeline."
Rachel gasped. "What timeline?"
Destin frowned, now confused. He watched her before glancing over at the others. "But you're the one who announced this, Rachel."
She frowned. "When did I say what?!"
Harry stifled a sharp inhale. He stared at Rachel wide-eyed. "No, that's what the Spirit of Delphi said! She told me the apocalypse was set for 2015."
Percy's head snapped to Annabeth's. She stared back, "The Feast of Spes!"
Destin snapped his fingers in victory, pointing at Rachel. "August first. That's your nineteenth birthday, I believe."
Rachel couldn't formulate a response to that.
"You all have two-and-a-half years to straighten up this mess before Gaia grows strong enough to end everything," Destin summarised. "With Lupa's help, this timeline is doable."
Rachel couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her vision of the wasteland left her with the impression that their future was set in stone. But here was somebody saying that wasn't so?
"You're saying we can win this war?" she asked to be sure.
"Yeah," Destin said. "Provided you take up Lupa's offer."
"And what can she teach us that we can't learn on our own?" Harry asked. He scowled hard at him, green eyes blazing into dark brown ones.
Destin hesitated. He watched Harry closely before flitting his eyes over Percy and Rachel.
Then he said, "I challenge the three of you to a fight. If you can beat me, I'll leave it alone. But if I win, you will take up Lupa's training. No loopholes or shortcuts."
Everyone gathered in the backyard.
Destin took off his bomber jacket and carefully folded it. He placed the golden material on the marble floor of the back porch and lithely hopped down the short stairs to walk around the cold yard. He was in a dark red plaid shirt with the collar unbuttoned. His blue jeans were tight to the legs.
"That's a girl's pants," Hermione mumbled. Rachel nodded slowly.
"Guys can wear tight jeans," Nico argued.
Harry gestured to his own trousers which were pretty fitting as well.
Percy didn't say anything. He fiddled with his pen and kissed Annabeth on the cheek. Harry brought out his wand and walked on the grass, eyeing Destin in the distance. Rachel followed him nervously.
Annabeth, Hermione, and Nico stayed on the porch, watching the four fighters take places.
Destin checked his watch before calling out, "It's not one-on-one. All three of you against me. Start in five or are you ready to go?"
Percy stopped, surprised. "Wait, we can't all fight you."
"Why not?" he asked, sauntering over, smirking. "You three never fought together before?"
That was technically true. Despite all of Rachel's training, Percy's experience, and Harry's endurance, the three of them hadn't even fought against a common enemy.
"Start in five, minutes" Percy told Destin. He pulled Harry and Rachel closer to the porch and whispered urgently. "Any strategies?"
Annabeth frowned. "We've never seen this guy fight before. We don't know his style. We know nothing about him."
"Thanks for the pep-talk, Chase," Harry said.
"But he doesn't know anything about you three either," Nico pointed out. "Look, Harry can take long-range and try that stunning spell. Percy can go in close and disarm him."
"Stunners won't work on immortals," Hermione said worriedly. "It hasn't worked on Harry and Percy for a while now."
"We don't know he's immortal," Rachel said, hopefully.
"But he can't be a hero," Hary pointed out. "He doesn't have that demigod stench. Even if he isn't a god, he's still powerful enough to track us down at Frost! This place has a lot of warding, it should have kept him out."
"But gods can't challenge us," Percy pointed out. "That's against immortal laws."
"They can't challenge demigods and mortals," Nico clarified. "You guys aren't either of those two."
Annabeth scowled at Destin. They raised their heads and stared at the stranger. Destin smiled, waving an excited hand at them.
"He's cocky," Annabeth decided. "He seems pretty confident to take you three. Strike fast and from far. Harry, you got any binding spells?"
"Yup," Harry nodded, spinning his wand like a drummer's stick.
"Percy, tap into the sprinkler system. Use it as back-up. Don't let him get close to you."
"On it."
"And Rach?"
"Yeah?"
"... you could look threatening."
Rachel wasn't even insulted. She nodded and brought out her dagger. "Can do."
They took their places again, Harry and Percy spreading out to face Destin from different angles. Rachel stood further back with her dagger gleaming in the dull daylight.
Destin watched them, his forehead crinkling lightly. He stepped forward. "Tell your friends to stay on the porch."
"They already know," Percy said, holding his pen close. "We fight till we draw first blood."
"Alright. You'll lose only if I injure all three of you. Fair?"
It didn't feel fair for him. Rachel knew they had a huge advantage over Destin. Was this arrogance or confidence?
"Fair," Percy called out. "On three. One, two, th—"
Destin ran.
He moved because Harry was already conjuring flying ropes. The thick ropes missed Destin by a hair because the guy moved like the wind, pushing off the ground so fast Rachel flinched. His legs were powerful, catapulting his body at Percy in the blink of an eye.
He wasn't teleporting in any meaning of the word. He was running. It wasn't as fast as Hermes, but he could certainly give camp's dryads a run for their drachmas.
He appeared in front of Percy, slashing a small knife at him.
Percy already had Riptide rising to block his blow, but the sword was too big and missed the knife's edge.
Instead, Destin sliced Percy's wrist, cutting half the muscles and scraping the bone joint.
Percy shrieked, dropping his sword as his entire wrist practically flopped back, exposing all the blood and flesh inside.
Destin slammed his shoe into Percy's torso, shoving him twenty feet backwards right into Rachel.
She caught him in both arms, stumbling back in shock as Percy clutched at his bleeding hand, hunched over in agony.
In the same moment, Harry launched a barrage of curses. Two stunners followed a disarming spell. More ropes flew out. Destin dodged most of them, running at him. The cutting and bone-breaking hexes followed. Some spells caught his torso and shoulder, but they sliced his plaid shirt up, leaving his skin unmarked.
Destin caught Harry by the throat, his fingers digging into the skin. A blast of purple light from the wizard's hands separated them and Harry furiously lunged in with his dagger. The blade caught Destin's raised forearm, but the metal just scrapped uselessly against his unbreakable skin.
The ground broke into small cracks as grass blades grew long. Their roots joined, shooting out of the ground to grab Destin's legs. But he twisted and broke all their grips. Some of the plants evolved to climber vines, catching his arms.
Destin swiped his knife through the plants, slicing them apart easily. Despite its short reach, the knife did its job. Destin yanked the rest of the plants from the ground and threw them away easily.
He advanced at Harry and their blades met furiously. Harry's moves were on par with a demigod, weaving in and out, dodging outstretched legs and using his other arm to throw more curses, but none of them hurt Destin.
Destin smiled. He was enjoying this. He met every slice and stab, every feint and shove like a choreographed dance. He dodged more creeping vines, fast roots, and shocking curses. The ones he didn't dodge did no damage to his skin.
Percy groaned in pain, eyes squeezed shut. His arms glowed blue and Rachel dropped him in a panic.
He hit the ground and rolled on his side, already disintegrating a ring of grass around him. The green withered and died.
"Percy, no!" Annabeth was screaming but he couldn't hold back. The light exploded out of him and Rachel dived to the ground, hands over her head to avoid it.
Harry conjured a shield around himself while Destin was slammed in the stomach by the beam of burning light.
He wasn't the only thing to be hit. The blue wave sliced one of the columns of the backporch and shattered all the windows. Annabeth shoved Hermione to the floor in time and Nico shadow-travelled away to avoid the beam.
The rest of the light lacerated the trunks of trees several yards away. The fight paused for a moment as everyone watched a dozen tree branches tip over and fall on the ground. The standing stumps glowed like embers in the fireplace. Dry leaves fluttered away in the wind.
Destin was still standing. He was uninjured, not a mark on his body. But his plaid shirt had been eaten away around the stomach, so had his long sleeves which now sported a torn look half way up his elbow. He sported a plaid crop-top fashion now.
He was staring at his bare arms in surprise. Percy somehow got to his feet still in pain. He and Harry charged at Destin again.
Percy wielded Riptide in his left arm, and Harry brought his dagger down on Destin's legs.
Had it been anyone else, the double-attack might have worked. Harry was clearly intending to catch Destin off guard so Percy could deliver the final blow.
But he knew. Destin bent his upper body back to dodge a silent incantation and the dagger. He caught Harry's outstretched arm and used the momentum to spin him around, right into Riptide's path.
No one gasped louder than Percy.
Riptide pieced Harry in the shoulder deep enough to shock him into dropping both his wand and dagger. The growing plants fell back to the ground and Harry's magic came to a halt.
Percy froze, still clutching the sword handle now facing Harry's stunned face as they both watched the blade slice through the muscle and bone and out the back.
"That's two," Destin announced before kicking Harry behind the knees and dropping him to the ground. Percy had to let go of Riptide and catch him before the sword cut any deeper.
Destin now charged at Rachel.
She dove to the side, tucking and rolling far away enough to avoid him. Destin threw his knife and she darted to avoid it.
Blades couldn't cut her. Not even enchanted material, not even Stygian Iron could hurt Rachel. If they had no sharp object, Destin wouldn't be able to make Rachel bleed, right?
She was right.
Destin didn't even bother with the knife. He caught her by the arm iron muscles squeezing tight to strain her bones. Rachel kicked his knee and went for his ear, punching hard. She drove her fingers into his eyes next, but he swerve his head away and down.
His teeth clamped onto Rachel's wrist.
She shrieked, bringing her knee up to crash it into his ribs. Destin grunted from the blow but only secured his jaws tighter into her muscles.
"OW!" Rachel cried relenting. "Let go, you psycho!"
Destin finally unclamped his teeth and shoved her back. Rachel fell hard on the cold, wet ground, whimpering and holding her ruined wrist. Two rows of teeth impressions were easily visible. Destin had not hesitated.
He picked up his knife from the grass and smiled at her, revealing his bloody incisors.
"Three," Destin said. "Lupa will be waiting for you tomorrow morning, LA time, 8 am sharp. Don't be late."
Sally was not pleased about the outcome. She had arrived at Frost mansion only to stutter at the damage incurred in the back facing windows, the porch, and the trees lining the edge of the backyard.
Hermione had gotten enough dittany for Harry and Rachel to close up their wounds before the woman could see it. Nectar had taken care of Percy's battered wrist as well. But Sally still figured out how badly this mysterious Destin Outis had messed them up.
"Aûtis," Annabeth corrected.
Hermione blinked, wide-eyed. "I heard Outis."
They sat around the island in the kitchen with piping hot tea to soothe their nervousness. Percy sat up, twisting his freshly healed wrist, quite annoyed.
"But that's Odysseus's name," he said. "Unless we're saying Destin is Odysseus reborn?"
Rachel and Sally were confused and Nico explained, "Outis means Nobody. It's the pun he used to trick Polyphemus."
"And what's Aûtis?"
"To return. Or to be back again," Annabeth said. "But that's not what we're talking about. This guy or god just handed our asses to us."
Harry glared at the floor, utterly irritated by his own failure. "We can't beat Destin, so there's no way we can go up against Ajax. If Lupa teaches us properly, I'm in."
Percy sighed. "Yeah. I'm in as well. We should have been able to fight him. He didn't even use any fancy powers."
"At all?" Sally asked, stumped.
"He had strength and speed," Rachel said. "He was stronger than me. I kneed him and it should have broken his insides, but he kept going."
The room grew quiet. None of them could tell if Destin was a real help or hindrance. He'd certainly made his point though.
Having heard the full story, Sally gritted her teeth. "He's probably a minor god who works as Lupa's agent. He could be a demigod too, or even a regular fighter with years of training."
Percy raised his head, alarmed. "But mom, if he's way faster and stronger than us—"
"Enhancements," she said. "His real power was knowing you'd underestimate him. Percy, you fought several monsters at once. And Harry's just as strong. So what happened today?"
Annabeth sighed. "Destin went for Percy's wrist. It put him on the back foot and made him forget about the sprinklers."
"I didn't forget," Percy argued. "I just didn't want to explode the house! Do you have any idea how much water's in the pipes?"
Everyone turned around to stare at the shattered windows facing the backyard. The porch was missing one column. The trees outside were still burning quietly, all the branches lopped off.
"I'll fix that," Harry said. "After dinner maybe."
"I'll help," Hermione murmured. "You know? I've never seen you fight with a knife before."
"Dagger," Harry said. "Yeah, I don't advertise it. I was supposed to stay long-distance but he charged at me with the tiniest knife ever."
Annabeth smirked. "Size isn't everything, Potter. He won that fight."
"We were interrupted by the bloody blue beam, if you recall," Harry snapped.
"Sorry," Percy groaned.
"Your shield came up fast, that's good," Nico said, holding back a laugh.
Sally frowned. "You protected Destin, too?"
"Of course not," Harry protested. "The light didn't do anything to him. His clothes were a right piecemeal. But he was fine. Tickled even."
"So tickled he got Percy to stab Harry," Rachel muttered under her breath.
Sally flinched. "Are you sure you're okay? Let me see the wound."
"It's closed up, it's fine!" Harry promised. "I've got a scar for the collection."
"It doesn't hurt?" Sally demanded.
"I promise it doesn't," Harry said, jerking his head at Percy. "You should be worried about Percy. He escaped nerve damage."
Percy scowled at Harry. "It's okay. Mom, don't worry."
Sally still inspected his arm carefully. "I don't like this. If this is how Lupa thinks she ought to convince you, then I don't want to rely on her training so much."
"I think they should go," Annabeth said. "They need to learn how to fight together."
She was staring at Rachel who gawked at her "What, I fought him!"
"Only at the end."
"You told me to stay out of it!"
"Yeah… sorry," Annabeth said. She even seemed contrite. "I said that because I genuinely didn't know how to put you into the plan. I think Destin was counting on something like that. If Lupa can teach you to join the fight seamlessly, then you should definitely go for it."
Rachel stared at Percy and Harry helplessly. They shrugged, already having made their decisions.
"Damn it! Fine!" she scowled and folded her arms, pouting.
Sally watched her silently for a long time. The sun was setting now. Once in a while the broken windows let in freezing cold air but Hermione had warmed up the kitchen with a household charm.
"We need more help than Lupa," Sally said carefully. "The Order hasn't been finding enough trails with the Death Eaters. The demigods can't be the only ones fighting the Earth Goddess. If the gods aren't going to help, we need to figure something else out."
"Like what?" Percy asked his mother.
Sally tilted her head, her pale blue eyes glittering. It was a plan she'd been considering ever since Percy told her the truth about Kimberly Jackson.
Friday night - Sky's favourite time of the week.
Back home, he'd be busy from Monday to Friday. Classes, training, and miscellaneous studies were a constant and his teachers barely ever let him slouch off. Sure, he was home-schooled, but Mom and Ma were the strictest trainers when they wanted to be. In contrast, Camp Jupiter was almost lax. He was still busy with Probatio work here.
Cassandra and Iphigenia had written letters of recommendation for him and Lupa had been cordial enough to read them. That alone would have placed Sky in the First Cohort, but Neptune was a feared god among the Romans.
Sky didn't complain. Second Cohort wasn't bad. He even got his own place, so Sky didn't have to worry about needing to get along with an unsuitable roommate.
After supper, he headed up to his room, ready for a 10-hour sleep. It was barely half-past nine when he'd switched off the lights, and Sciron simply hadn't expected anyone to be in his room, waiting in the shadows.
Except, someone was there.
In the darkness, he heard the shuffle of footsteps on the floor. Sky rolled off the bed and onto the floor to avoid hands trying to grab him.
Heart pounding, Sky swerved and plunged his hand below the mattress to retrieve one of his hidden knives. It was precious time he lost, because his head felt a terrible blow that made him fly into the shelves. The world spun in the blackness and he lunged blindly, his knife grazing the attacker's arm.
The floor dropped away from him as his attacker yanked him forwards, through space. The Mist lit up his surroundings and Sky's humble room in the Cohort quarters splintered away.
He tumbled onto a beautiful marble floor, his knife scraping the tiles under the bright lights. This was not his room.
Sky gasped, scrambling away from Percy and Nico. The son of Poseidon was clutching his bleeding arm, glaring at Sky.
"What the hell, man?" Sky yelled. "What're you doing? Where am I?"
"Frost," another voice said and Sky spun around, leaping to his feet to come face-to-face with… Harry.
"Uh," Sky fell silent. The abrupt change in surroundings didn't help. It was daylight here in this large house. The sun streamed in with cold air, dark curtains pulled back to reveal an enormous backyard beyond the porch. He'd been here before.
The party. From back in November.
"Tie him up," Percy grumbled.
Sky backed away. "What? No!"
Harry sighed. "That's not necessary, he can't get out anyway."
"He sliced me!"
"You attacked me!" Sky defended.
"We just had to get you here," Nico said, watching him and Percy, amused.
"I'm watching him," Harry said firmly. "He won't leave."
"What're you saying?" Sky griped.
Harry finally explained, "We're kidnapping you. Tea?"
"I—no, what?!" Sky blurted.
There was movement to the side. He glanced over and gulped.
Sally Jackson had appeared in the doorway. She frowned at the four kids, eyes darting between Harry and Percy suspiciously like she expected them to set fire to something. Then she met Sky's eyes.
"Sciron," she said, holding out her hand. "I'm Sally Jackson. I expect your parents will have told you about me."
"They did," Sky whispered.
More than the story, his mothers had emphasised that while he didn't necessarily owe Percy for their ill-fated meeting in Cairo, he was still answerable to Sally Jackson. She'd lost her sister despite three distinct promises to keep the Jacksons safe. Lily and James died before they could resolve their debt to Sally, thereby passing the burden onto Harry and Rachel. While Sky did sacrifice himself to keep Percy safe from the Lethe, Sally might still want favours from him.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, completely derailing Sky's worry.
"Eh?"
"It's morning here," Sally said, gesturing to the lightening skies outside. "I'm making waffles. The girls are already at the table, you're welcome to join them."
Sky wondered if this was a test.
"No, I just ate," he mumbled. "It's past dinner time in Camp Jupiter."
Sally frowned. "How early do you sleep?"
Now, Sky thought. He valued his rest.
His hesitation answered her and she placed her hands on her hips and faced her son. "It's his bedtime, Percy!"
"He didn't say anything," Percy defended.
"Didn't you tell him that you were abducting him for the day?" Harry asked as though that would have solved the situation.
Thankfully, Sally didn't see the humour in it. "Percy. I meant you and Nico to bring Sky here after checking with him when he was available."
Percy put on a Boston accent. "Ayma! You gotta be specific about that! You wanted him here. We brought him here!"
His mother made a face, but before she could respond, her phone rang. Sky had a gut feeling he knew who that was.
Sally picked up the call and listened to the caller talking hastily.
"He's not hurt, I assure you," Sally said calmly. "I just wanted to talk to you."
The caller persisted.
Sally nodded briefly and held the phone to him. Sky took it curiously and said, "Hello?"
"Sky, are you okay?" Cassandra's voice burst into his ear. Sky's head whirled. It had been weeks since he'd heard his mother's voice and a deep well of emotion opened up in his chest, choking him.
"Ma! I'm okay, I'm fine! Where are you? Are you alright?"
She exhaled and the sound crackled on the line. "I can't tell you, love. But your Mom and I are fine. Don't worry about us. Where are you?"
Sky glanced around the large house. "Um, in Scotland."
"And they're not threatening you, right?"
Between Percy's disgruntled glare, Harry's curious gaze, Nico's amused face, and Sally's calm composure, Sky wasn't even sure anymore.
"Nah," he finally said. "My sleep cycle's whacked though."
"We have a guest bedroom here," Sally said and the implication sent Sky reeling.
"Excuse me!" Cassandra snapped. "Hand me over to her, sweetie."
Sally took the phone, not worried about angering a 3000-year-old immortal in the slightest. She even switched the call to speakerphone.
"You're angry with me, Sally," Cassandra fumed. "Not with Sky. He risked his life for your son—"
"Both my sons, actually," Sally interrupted. She nodded at Sky, her voice growing soft. "I acknowledge that. Sciron won't be harmed under my roof. I just figured this was the quickest way to speak to one of the best warriors in the world on the lam."
Sky exhaled. Good guess. Cassandra was always looking over Sky even when they weren't in the same country. Perks of having a seer for a mother.
"Now?" Cassandra asked, baffled.
"Sure," Sally said, now smiling. "I hope you have long-distance calling."
"Wait—"
"Or we can meet up in person. Today," Sally said, turning to the window, unsmiling and unflinching. "There's a little pub in Gretna Green, Queen's Head. I checked the menu online. They serve excellent popara."
Sky gulped.
"Fine!" Cassandra growled. "Sky will be with you."
"Sky will be here," Sally said, now glaring at the wall.
"You're holding my child hostage!"
"Wow," Sally hissed. "I wonder what that feels like. I wouldn't know, I don't remember!"
Even her boys were taken aback by the fury in her voice. Sally took a purposeful breath. Then another.
"Alright," she said. "He'll be absolutely safe here. In fact, after our talk, you can come back here with me and check on him yourself."
Cassandra's voice was stilted. "Sky?"
He watched Percy's guarded expression.
"I'll be fine, Mom," he said. "I trust Ms. Jackson."
She sighed. "Very well. I'll meet you there at noon. What's the topic?"
Sky, Harry, Percy, and Nico watched Sally's face closely. She was thinking things over very quickly.
"You owe me a grave debt," she finally said. "That much is clear. I want to know how bad the situation is regarding Pandora and all the heroes. And you are gonna help us over some mighty tall hurdles."
Cassandra didn't miss a beat. "Understood. But I have a request. Bring Rachel."
Sally blinked, surprised. Harry frowned and Percy shook his head frantically at his mother.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously.
"I have an offer for her," was all Cassandra said.
"About what?"
"You'll find out when we meet up. May I speak to Sky?"
Sally narrowed her eyes but handed the phone over to him. He turned off the speakerphone and said, "Yeah?"
"Be careful about Harry," Cassandra hissed worriedly, "I know you like him but he might not see it that way."
Ah, those were the downsides of having a seer for a mother.
"It's alright, Cassandra," Harry called, having heard her words despite standing several feet away. "I don't hold grudges."
Sky could practically hear his mother wince.
"Good," Sally said. "And we'll discuss about Destin as well."
Sky glanced at her, confused. His mother was equally questioning, "Who?"
Percy, Harry, and Nico exchange worrying looks. Sally frowned. Annabeth, Rachel, and a brunette stuck their heads out of the kitchen, now surprised.
"Destin Outis," Sally explained. "Or Aûtis."
Cassandra's scowl was obvious, "Who is Destin Aûtis?"
The girl Sky didn't know murmured from the kitchen, "Maybe he's not as important as Pandora."
"And the twenty other problems we have," Nico added.
Sky watched Harry's face carefully. The guy was quietly frustrated. He knew that Harry, Percy, and Rachel were due to train with Lupa soon. Something must have happened then.
The brunette gasped. She pointed at Sky and exclaimed, "I know you! You and Harry snogged for four hours!"
Everyone goggled at her and then at Sky. Harry went red. Sky stammered, words and sounds stumbling over each other.
Sally blurted, "Hermione, what did you say?"
The girl, Hermione, stared in horror. She clapped a hand over her mouth. So did Annabeth, but she was hiding a shit-eating grin.
"What was that?" Cassandra yelled over the phone. "Sky, what did Harry do to you?!"
"Excuse me!" Sally snapped at her. "My kid didn't do anything! Harry, baby, what did Sciron do to you?!"
Harry and Sky were equally dumbfounded. Nico bounced on his feet, contemplating running or laughing.
"No one did anything to anyone!" Percy said frantically, waving his hands like he was stopping traffic.
Sally caught Harry's still blushing face in her hands. "Are you okay? Harry, I promise I accept you no matter who you like and who you kiss. But you just met Sky a week ago! You're just sixteen, you should take it slow."
That was probably why Percy was freaking out. Neither Sally nor Cassandra knew anything about the secret party. And it had better stay that way.
(Not to mention, they'd made out after knowing each other for less than an hour.)
"We didn't kiss for four hours, I promise!" Sky said, finally untangling his tongue.
"Yeah, Sky and I didn't do anything that lasted four hours," Harry added.
"Are you dating?" Cassandra demanded. "Sky, sweetie, just because you saved his life does not mean you have to be with him. Trauma bonding isn't completely healthy."
"Oh, my gods! Ma, please stop talking," Sky begged.
"Your mother and I will have words," Cassandra warned.
Stay tuned for ch 16 in a fortnight!
Cabba K.