16
“I thought being tortured in a monster prison was the lowest point of my life,” Nico grouses. “But I was wrong.”
“Be quiet,” I shush him, “And keep your elbows tucked into your sides—you keep bumping me.”
“Our teachers will be appalled when they hear about this. Kratos might quit on the spot.”
“Seriously? The Greeks invented the whole Trojan horse thing.”
“This is no horse.”
Nico does have a point there. We are in fact stuffed into the inner cavity of a giant scorpion. The same one I drowned a few days ago.
When we returned to the portal to share my plan, Hepa and Jordan were playing tonsil hockey. I wasn’t even mad. Greg was napping so what else would a horny panther and the witch who’s obsessed with him do?
I cleared my throat and they parted, Jordan with a giant grin and Hepa
