Hermes just shakes his head at me before turning and walking away.

A date? A date?! Seriously? That’s the first thing that came to my stupid little brain?

But it’s too late. Her eyes darken and she does her dreaded arm cross.

Athena chuckles at me before leading the way out of the War Room.

"Visions don’t foretell the future,” Athena says. “They just predict it.”