- THALIA'S POV -
I drowned my third gallon of water down my throat. I've never felt so dehydrated before and good Lord! I've never been so appreciative of water before. Being in a desert really made me value food. So damn much.
I glanced over at Six who didn't seem bothered. He hasn't tasted a drop of water since we began our travel. Not even food. But his horse has. Even I have. Is he even human?
I wiped my wet lips dry with my sleeve and cleared my throat. "Want some?" I asked, stretching the bottle of water to his face. He looked at me with a smile plastered on his face and nodded. That was a no.
I was perplexed.
"What are you? A devil? How can you not want water?" I used this phrase because tales say devils reside in hell and they're adaptive to the hot nature meaning they ca
