in which maya jackson goes on a mission to find her brother but ends up discovering something else.
book one
j.g. & maya
kinda a slowburn
lightning never strikes twice (rewrite)
slow updates
lowercase intended
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CHAPTER SIX ❛ does she look like a car to you? ❜
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jason didn't want to leave leo alone, but he was beginning to think that hanging out with the cal the hockey jock who couldn't pronounce more than three syllables was the safest option in this case.
as they climbed the icy staircase, zethes stayed behind them, blade drawn. the guy might've looked like a disco- era reject, but there was nothing funny about his sword. jason figured one hit from that thing would probably turn him into a popsicle. then there was the ice princess. every once in a while she'd turn and give him a smile, but there was no warmth in her expression. she regarded jason like he was an especially interesting science specimen—one she couldn't wait to dissect.
if these were boreas's kids, jason wasn't sure he wanted to meet daddy. maya had told him boreas was the friendliest of the wind gods. apparently that meant he didn't kill heroes quite as fast as the others did. jason worried that he'd led his friends into a trap. if things went bad, he wasn't sure he could get them out alive.
his fingers accidentally brushed against maya's and he ended up unthinkingly taking her hand for reassurance. he expected maya to instantly let go, but instead she gave it a light squeeze as if to say it will be fine. it almost felt like maya needed his reassurance too. the ice princess quickly noticed that, her smile fading. their hands turned ice cold and smoked with frost.
"warmth is not a good idea here," the princess advised, "especially when I am your best chance of staying alive. please, this way."
piper turned back, sending them a nervous frown like, what was that about?
jason didn't have an answer. zethes poked him in the back with his icicle sword, and they followed the princess down a massive hallway decked in frosty tapestries. freezing winds blew back and forth, and jason's thoughts moved almost as fast. he'd had a lot of time to think while they rode the dragon north, but he felt as confused as ever.
thalia's picture was still in his pocket, though he didn't need to look at it anymore. her image had burned itself into his mind. it was bad enough not remembering his past, but to know he had a sister out there somewhere who might have answers and to have no way of finding her—that just drove him up the wall.
in the picture, thalia looked nothing like him. they both had blue eyes, but that was it. her hair was black. her complexion was more mediterranean. her facial features were sharper—like a hawk's.
