When an incident in Olympian High's campus garden gets the attention of resident Chosens Amelia Kingston and Zeus Olympian, they accidentally stumble upon a new Chosen who triggers a new clue on the Greek papyrus that tosses them to the cradle of th...
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After a whole day in Nadya's chilly room, Pierre didn't get back to the room where they held his mom. He never did for the last couple of days, which had him on pins and needles to no end. It worried him that he couldn't see her. What would they do to her while he was not nearby? Was she still chained to that chair, sitting and sleeping uncomfortably? Were they even giving her food like he and Nadya every several hours?
Pierre had his hands on the door whenever those fears taunted him. He thought of just twisting the knob and escaping the hell more than once. But he was nervous that someone was guarding the door from outside. Plus, the door wasn't unlocked as he hoped. He tried prying it open by simply twisting the knob aggressively but Nadya stopped him when the rattling eventually turned loud.
"It's no use, malchik," Nadya told him with a sad smile. "The door's lock only works on one side. We're trapped like kids in a child-locked car."
And so he stopped trying after that. Pierre could only do nothing but watch Nadya work on her potions and other stuff. He found it odd that she was even making them when she was the literal goddess of witchcraft who could create things out of thin air. Although, as he watched her more closely, he noticed that she was throwing in random ingredients in her pots before transferring them to the bottles, which she never seemed to run out of. He even saw her throw an entire hourglass into a sticky yellow mix.
Maybe all of it was just a distraction to keep herself from going crazy from being cooped up in the freezing room. He was already going insane after the first day.
Or maybe she was just making a very mean potion. He didn't want to know what the potions did.
As much as it hurt him on the inside, Nadya reminded Pierre of his mother in a lot of ways. She was this strict and kinda mean-looking person, but he knew she only meant well. While his mom could be chatty and light-hearted, Nadya rarely spoke during her work and when she did, she made sure that her words made some sort of impact.
From her, Pierre later learned that she was definitely working for Claudius-slash-Atlas, who was the ringleader of the Titan Mafia. His elite officers, who helped him manage the organization, were made up of Hendryx-slash-Hyperion and Leonidas-slash-Iapetus, or the Cardinals as they were collectively known, and two other men who were permanently positioned in different parts of the world. Though she didn't know their identities, Nadya suspected that those two were the Titans of the North and South, Coeus and Crius.
But the four, along with Claudius, weren't the only Titans around. There were more of them, but Claudius assigned them to lower ranks since he didn't trust them as much. When he asked Nadya who they were, she didn't give him a straight answer, saying that she doubted that those people she knew about were truly loyal to Claudius.
Either way, Pierre couldn't stomach everything she told him. The fact that he was dealing with a literal mafia that had connections everywhere. . . scared was an understatement. It all felt like a fever dream, and he wanted someone to pinch him so he could wake up.
