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CHAPTER 0029

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CHAPTER 0029. ANGEL STAYS OBLIVIOUS TO HIS CHARMS

IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE OF MONTHS since their last visit to Percy's

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IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE OF MONTHS since their last visit to Percy's. The duo had spent the last few months together gathering information about Nico's past and sometimes the titan army. Currently they were heading back to Camp Half-Blood to see Percy, which lead them to their current situation.

Angel let out a yelp as Nico stumbled out of the shadows, dragging Angel out with him. The only thing keeping Nico on his feet was the grip that Angel had on his hand. Angel chuckled as he gripped Nico's hand tightly, tugging him to his feet and letting him lean on him before they both jumped as a scream and a startled yelp scared them trying to as they gripped each other tighter as they turned to look at what just screamed at them. Angel caught sight of some old, dusty satyr standing beside Juniper, Grover's girlfriend that he introduced to him not too long ago. Angel blinked as he managed to flash a nervous smile at them, giving a small wave, "Uh... hey."

Juniper stared at them for a moment before her eyes lit up as she recognized them and realized that Nico may be able to help her out. "Nico!" She approached them fastly as Angel felt Nico stumble again and he wrapped an arm around his shoulder, letting him lean on him to rely on him knowing he gets tired with shadow travel. "I need to know if you've heard anything about Grover!"

Angel blinked as he held back a frown as he and Nico shared a confused look, not understanding just what she was asking. "What do you mean?"

The old satyr spoke up, his voice the nasty kind of ragged that made Angel scrunch his nose up in disgust at the sound of it. "She's talking about that traitor satyr."

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