17.For a few minutes, he was tormenting with his fork the piece of apple tart he had on his plate. Perhaps he ate a couple of mouthfuls, but he did not taste them.
Then he broke up the cake while sitting on the table, staring straight in front of him, he moved it back and forth on the plate. The poor cake was almost unrecognizable.
Annabeth looked at him sideways: on another occasion, she would be angry, like a mother who tells off her unruly son. Now she couldn't get nervous.
"Your poor pie just asked me to save her from that t*****e, she said to her husband sweetly."
Nick turned his head to her, a sign he'd heard, but he didn't say anything.
"Nicholas, if you don't want to eat the cake, it doesn't matter, leave it there. But don't destroy it."
Only then, Nick looked at the plate an
