Chapter Fifteen
I wake up at eleven a.m. and stumble into the bathroom.
Though I feel no pain in my face, I check it for bruising.
I find none.
Did Thalia’s gloves shield me from getting marks?
No. That doesn’t help boxers.
Either the nuns developed a kind of non-damaging fighting style, or Thalia somehow took it easy on me. That’s a scary idea in itself, though. I’d hate to see what she can do if the gloves come off, both literally and metaphorically.
I’m just about done with my morning routine when someone rings the doorbell.
I tie the strap of my bathrobe and go answer it—only to find that Felix has already beaten me to it.
“Hi, dears,” Rose says to us, smiling. “I’m back, and I’m here to get Luci.”
As though waiting for that exact moment, the cat strolls into the hallway with
