Sloane was caught a little off guard at the lack of suavity in Eliβs tone or demeanor. He looked to be a bundle of nerves, his eyes making tense contact with hers. The observation was quickly put out of her mind as her gaze flickered to Jamesβ distant figure, preening atop a Pegasus. βSo youβre...
Sloane's breath caught as she spied Eli leaving the Oracle's sanctum. A somberness had overtaken his features, one that did nothing to soothe her worry. "Huh," she exhaled, troubled. Her eyebrows furrowed on their own as her eyes followed his path. He was headed to the beach, most likely to...
Sloane's features mirrored Eli's concern. For once she was struck speechless, at a loss for both words and actions. The rest of the camp started in the direction of the forest in droves. Sloane's feet had absentmindedly begun to follow, until she craned her neck to look towards Eli again. He was...
"You're...you're crazy!" Sloane huffed, a righteous anger bubbling up inside her. He could have gotten himself killed! And where would that have left them?! Eli was nuts.
"If your fucking foot doesn't kill you, I will," she chided, pivoting to examine his foot. She bent down, raising his leg...
"Okay, so we're gonna have to crawl out of here," Sloane was careful to measure her tone evenly. The kid was freaked out enough by the fire; he didn't need her to be panicked too. "But we can do that, right, Marco? We can do this," she fell to her knees, eyes steadily trained on the boy. He...
"C'mon, everyone's already there!" Shreya took off running, having grabbed Sloane by the forearm. "Pick up the pace!"
"Someone's eager!" Sloane laughed, matching her pace. "Pretty sure they're not gonna start without us, but okay!" Typical Shreya.
"Whatever!" Shreya yelled back, rolling her eyes...
Damn Eli and his puppy-dog face, Sloane thought to herself. With his eyes wide and lips pouted, Eli looked...kind of cute in the sunlight?
Oh, gods, she grimaced. To fall for his...devious charm was the last thing she wanted to do. It was only slightly more favorable than falling into Tartarus...
Sloane flinched at the voice, knowing exactly who it was even without looking down. Keeping her head tilted up, she said in an equally mocking tone, βGreetings, Mr. North. I would ever so appreciate you leaving me alone, thanks.β Sloane crinkled her nose in displeasure. She and Eli never talked...