Page 47 of Artemis' Bow
The mist clears away, and Greyson slumps his shoulders. “Now for the bullshit posturing.”
“He’s a lot, but he’s not that bad,” Raven says.
Greyson growls at her. “Of course not to you. You’re a beautiful woman. He was charming to you and Beth.”
“He really wasn’t.” I shake my head. “More like an unwanted annoyance who thought too highly of himself.”
“So, yay for having to go to Arizona.” Raven’s tone is sarcastic.
“Let’s just get the shit show conversation over with,” Jayden says.
“Tristan, alpha of the Arizona pack,” Greyson says.
“What the fuck is this?” a familiar voice yells.
His hand goes through the mist as he attempts to clear it. I can’t help the giggle that escapes as he struggles with the mist.
“Who just fucking giggled at me?” he roars.
“Maybe look at the mist instead of freaking out, jackass,” Raven says.
All of Tristan’s struggles stop when Raven speaks.
“This is a demigod thing.” He sighs, instantly deflating. “You freaked me the hell out with this shit. It hasn’t been good here. I’m on edge.”
“You’ve watched me use the shell before,” I say.
“Aww, the beautiful Beth. Why don’t you talk to me so I don’t have to look at Greyson’s ugly mug.” Tristan winks.
“This is serious, Tristan,” Jayden says. “Leave my girl alone.”
“Oh, you’re his girl now, beautiful? That’s surprising and disappointing.”
“Tristan, focus,” Greyson growls. “We need safe passage through Arizona.”
“You’re on another secret mission, then. Does it have anything to do with the fact that the moon is gone and the world is going crazy… again?” Tristan asks.
“Pretty much, Artemis needs help. Until then, the moon won’t rise and Apollo is taking advantage. We need to pass through Arizona,” I say.
“I’ll let my people know, but I need you to stop in Phoenix. You need to see what’s happening. It’s bad.” Tristan runs a hand down his face.
“What’s happening?” I ask.
“You won’t believe it unless you see it for yourself,” Tristan says.
“We don’t exactly have time to stop since we’re, you know, saving the world,” I say, deadpan.
“Come to the Hilton near the Phoenix airport and we will have rooms available for you to rest since it’s about an eight-hour drive from Los Angeles. You’ll be exhausted and need sleep,” Tristan says.
“That’s appreciated. I think we’ll take you up on that,” I say, thankful for the assistance.
“You guys helped my pack not that long ago. I won’t forget that.” Tristan shrugs.
“We’ll see you later,” Greyson says as we pull off the freeway.
Greyson waves away the mist and sighs. “You know he wants our help with something, right?”
“I’m sure of it but sometimes when things align like this, we were meant to be in a certain place that will help us in the end,” I say.
