My Boyfriend is a Dead Roman Hero | Jason Grace

I Get Put On House Arrest

"Put me down!"

"Kick me again, and I'll bury your face into the gravel, Aster."

She freezes. Then, falls limp on Clarisse's shoulder with a frustrated scowl. Annabeth smiles up at her guiltily from beside the daughter of Ares.

"It's for your own good, Julie." She says with a helpless shrug. Julie scowls harder. Annabeth sighs. "Just stay put for a few weeks, okay? The members of the Seven will go get him once Leo's done with-"

"This is stupid-"

Clarisse groans irritably and stomps the rest of the way up the steps of the Big House. "Gods, Aster, would you shut up? You really think Prissy would want you getting yourself killed over him?"

Juliette huffs and glares at the sweat stained back of Clarisse's camp shirt. This is dumb. Delphi is dumb. Apollo, as usual, is a big dumb dummy. If one more thing goes wrong today, she's going to have a mental breakdown.

Her captor throws open the door to the Council Room, and there's already a group gathered around the ping-pong table ready to continue this aggressive little intervention. Clarisse dumps Juliette carelessly onto the floor by the table and trudges over to take her usual spot while the younger girl glares at her and rubs her sore backside.

Predictably, Chiron speaks first.

"Juliette," He begins with a sigh. "It's been three days since Ms. Dare's prophecy, and you've tried to leave camp five times without permission."

Julie crosses her arms stubbornly. It was technically six if they wanted to count the time she tried to swim out, and a wave, too suspiciously large to have not been sent by a sea god, flung her back to camp before she even made it hip-deep. Nobody needs to know about that one, though.

"I need to go find him." She states.

A collective sigh of exasperation exits the other head counselors. Chiron runs a hand down his face in exhaustion. "Juliette, I think the prophecy made it very clear that it is not safe for you-"

"Clear? What prophecy is ever clear?"

"-to be the one to search for him. I will not place you knowingly into harm's way-"

"We don't even know that's what it means!"

"-knowing that your life will be forfeit."

Julie jumps to her feet and clenches her fists, steam practically blowing from her ears. "When Percy got his stupid death prophecy, nobody stopped him from doing what needed to be done! Double standard, much?"

Annabeth groans and throws her head back. They've had this conversation already. Many times. "Julie, that was different, and you know it. We were at war."

"We're at war now!"

"Your assistance is not needed, Juliette!" Chiron finally snaps. Everyone's eyes widen in surprise. It's not often their mentor loses his cool, but, somehow, no one's shocked it's Juliette that finally makes the old centaur's temper slip. He catches himself and takes a deep breath, straightening the lapels of his wool coat. "Your assistance is not needed. And," He fixes her with a stern frown. "Since you can no longer be trusted to heed orders, you can no longer be trusted to wander camp alone."

Julie falters. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Chiron ignores her and turns to the other counselors. "Who is on duty Monday afternoons?"

"That'd be me." Nyssa pipes up from across the table.

"Duty?" Juliette sputters. "What duty-?"