When I woke up in the small tent I had put up somewhere where the snow and winds weren’t very strong, Leo was staring at me, one of his eyes swollen shut.
I remembered dragging him through the snow and into the tent, treating most of his wounds that were still bleeding, and giving him a healing potion I had received from Daedalus. Then I tied his arms and legs together, just in case he tried to escape.
Part of me had prayed desperately for him to wake up, but it seemed like my agonizing screams and passing out had done the charm.
I stared back at him, then cleared my throat and looked away uncomfortably.
“What happened to you?” he asked gravely.
I let out a dry humorless laughter, and glanced back at him. I wasn’t sure if he was referring to how I had undergone the torture of Hera’s
