Olympus Drive Book 3: According to Plan

Chapter 62

Basil

"Do you have a good reason you're here?" I ask, rubbing my face as I stand in my mother's living room. Thyme is on the couch making out with his girlfriend. Their kids are curled up on the chair under a blanket and a baby is asleep in a bassinet.

"Not really," Thyme mumbles. Making out was active.

"Did you or did you not shoot someone tonight?"

"Not?" he says, innocently.

"False, you took a shot at your uncle—,"

"But I had a good reason for that."

"Which is?"

"He was annoying," Thyme says, calmly, stopping kissing her for the most part.

"He hasn't actually shot someone all night. I've been here," Anna sighs, "He's been playing the video game since like—six am."

"Get out of Winfell," I say, tiredly, "As soon as is inconvenient for you."

"Fine," Thyme mumbles, going back to kissing her.

"Whatever," I have like eight other kids to find.

I go to Lisa's they all show up there for food all the time anyway. Dean isn't answering his phone but that's typical.

"Hi, do you by any chance have any kids?"

"Okay so now I have Luna not Sol," Lisa says, tiredly, letting me in.

"Seriously?" I groan.

"He's been in his room playing music all day now he's gone," she says.

"Great—,"

"Detective Stamos delivered Luna a couple hours ago. She was helping him apparently. One of her friends from school was killed," Lisa says.

"Who?" I ask.

"One of the boys in band with Sol, you don't know him," she says, shaking her head, "Some other kids shot him, she says. He'd been in trouble before, he killed one of them in a fight when they were in middle school. They were probably fighting again."

"It wasn't Phoenix's fault mom---no defensive wounds, and he wasn't armed, he took a shot to the back," Luna, trying to deadass walk past us with a quiver full of silver tipped arrows and her best silver bow, fully dressed for a hunt with high boots and fingerless leather gloves. We both stop her.

"Do you know where any of your siblings are?"

"No," she says, innocently.

"Your brother—where is he?" Lisa asks, not buying it.

"I don't know. He's kind of dumb he could honestly be anywhere. I'm kinda busy guys—"

"You're not going anywhere," I say, tiredly, "You're staying right here and---helping me find some of your siblings."

"What happened to not utilizing our powers every single time we're inconvenienced?" very sassily.

"This is an exception."

"Because you lose my siblings all the time, it doesn't feel like an exception."

"Luna, you are not going anywhere," Lisa sighs.

"Sorry, mom, got a murder to avenge," Luna says, trying to twist away from us both. We stop her. She's been like this since she was three; we're kind of used to it.

"You're not avenging anything," her mother says. "We are setting boundaries young lady—,"

"Oh good we're setting boundaries again---I can't wait until a year passes and I'm eighteen and I can get five tattoos and watch both of you actively lose your fucking minds," Luna says, tiredly.