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𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 to hold back the Satyr. "Whoa, Coach!" Jason said. "Bring it down a few notches."
Then a younger man charged into the room. He was dressed in pajama pants with a sleeveless T-shirt that said cornhuskers, and he held a sword that looked like it could husk a lot of things besides corn. His ripped arms were covered in scars, and his face, framed by curly dark hair.
Iliya guessed he had to be Lit—the oldest son of a man who held golden toothbrush.
Lit immediately zeroed in on Jason, and stalked toward him, swinging his sword overhead.
"Hold on!" But Piper stepped forward, trying for her best calming voice. "This is just a misunderstanding! Everything's fine."
Lit stopped in his tracks, but he still looked wary. It didn't help that Hedge was screaming, "I'll get them! Don't worry!"
"Coach," Iliya said as her eyebrow frowned, "they may be friendly. Besides, we're trespassing in their house."
"Thank you!" said the old man in the bathrobe. "Now, who are you, and why are you here?"
"Let's all put our weapons down," Jason suggest. "Coach, you first." Hedge clenched his jaw. "Just one thwack?"
"No," Piper said.
"What about a compromise? I'll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I'll apologize."
"No!" Piper insisted.
"Meh." Coach Hedge lowered his club. Piper gave Lit a friendly sorry-about-that smile. Even with her hair messed up and wearing two-day-old clothes, she looked extremely cute.
Lit huffed and sheathed his sword. "You speak well, girl—fortunately for your friends, or I would've run them through."
"Appreciate it," Leo said. "I try not to get run through before lunchtime." The old man in the bathrobe sighed, kicking the teapot that Coach Hedge had smashed. "Well, since you're here. Please, sit down."
Lit frowned. "Your Majesty—" Iliya frowned as she noticed, something about Lit's calling him made her stomach uncomfortable. "No, no, it's fine, Lit," the old man said.
"New land, new customs. They may sit in my presence. After all, they've seen me in my nightclothes. No sense observing formalities."
He did his best to smile, though it looked a little forced. "Welcome to my humble home. I am King Midas." Iliya silently eyes wide as she heard—be careful the king—perseus said.
