Page 123 of Poseidon's Trident
“Ohhh, what kind of demigod are you? The mistress will like you very much,” the girl says, ignoring him.
I step in front of Jayden and grip my sword. I don’t give a fuck if she’s a damn tree spirit, I will cut her down if she thinks she can look at Jayden that way.
“Your mistress won’t fucking touch him,” I growl.
“B, you’re turning gold again.” Raven elbows my side.
“I haven’t learned to control that yet. Shut it.” I never take my gaze off the dryad that’s still eyeing Jayden like a piece of meat.
“Girl. I would keep my eyes to myself before Beth cuts them out of your head,” Raven says. “Tree spirits don’t need eyes, do they?”
“Nope.”
“Everyone, calm down. We at least know Thad really is here and that someone is holding him hostage. She knows where this person is and maybe she can help us find the place,” Jayden says, smiling.
“You want me to help you? No, no, no, the mistress wouldn’t approve.” The dryad shakes her head.
“You could bring us to her like an offering,” I suggest. “A way to show her you are on her side. You don’t know what we are up to.”
“Nasty demigods,” she screams and vanishes into her tree.
A branch smacks me in the back and I glance up at a noise above my head. The trees are swaying, forcing the stuffed animals into a macabre dance above our heads.
“Oh, fuck no. I’m out.” I take a step and nearly face-plant again.
This bitch is testing my last nerve. I hang on to Jayden’s arm as I step around the fucking root she put in front of me and watch the ground so I don’t have it happen again.
“Watch out,” Raven yells and grabs me just as a branch is about to hit me in the face.
“I didn’t even do anything to you, evil little tree spirit,” I shout at the sky.
That evil little giggle sounds behind me again and I growl. We just need to find this mistress and get Thad so we can get to the trident.
“I hear something,” Greyson says and puts a finger to his lips. “On the other side of those trees is a house. There’s meat roasting on a fire. I can smell it.”
My stomach rumbles at his words. Fuck. How long has it been since I’ve eaten? I can’t even remember. The granola bar the other night on Echidna’s island, I think.
“We are eating everything when we finish this mission,” I grumble. “Why do we always end up starving?”
“C’mon,” Greyson says. “It’s this way.”
“Are you saying we just follow your nose?” I laugh.
“I’m an expert tracker, Beth.” Greyson grins.
“Then why didn’t you lead with that and track Thad?” I ask.
“I can’t scent him anywhere. He’s either drowned out the scent from being in the ocean or there’s no trail because he was transported here.” Greyson shrugs.
“But only the gods can transport people. What are we dealing with here?”
“Either the person on this island is a god or they are working with a god,” Raven groans.
“That is not good fucking news, guys. You think it could be Triton?”
“The dryad said mistress, so it has to be a woman.” Raven stomps on a tree root.
“You’re just gonna piss the dryad off more by doing that,” I point out.
