Jezlyn Lang

“Can’t you just trust Chiron for once?” Hephaestus begs. "Why can’t Chiron trust me for once?” I shoot back.

Hephaestus frowns. “The fridge?” At my raised eyebrow, he startles and says, “Oh, right! The fridge! Yes, I’ve definitely looked into that already.”

The vision runs through my head for a third time of the day as I tell Chiron. He just stands there, expressionless...

But as soon as I step outside, the heaviness of my vision returns. The others are already gathered, waiting anxiously for news of the future.

I open my eyes to see Apollo staring down at me. “So?” he asks, sitting back on his heels, thumbs nervously drumming on his thighs.