❝In a fight, they're lethal. Around each other, they melt❞
"I'm fine." I said, trying to hide the frown and tears that threatened to spill.
Percy looked at me once.
"I'm not going anywhere, unless you tell me what's wrong," he declared and I would h...
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The thing about flying on a pegasus during the day is that you could very easily cause a serious traffic accident on the Long Island Expressway. We had to keep Blackjack, as Percy had told me his name was, up in the clouds, which were, fortunately, pretty low in the winter. We darted around, trying to keep the white Camp Half-Blood van insight. And if it was cold on the ground, it was seriously cold in the air, with icy rain stinging my skin. I had half the mind to turn intangible again, it always seemed to be warmer in the spirit realm but I didn't quite trust myself not to lose focus and fall through Blackjack.
We lost the van twice, but apparently Percy had a pretty good sense that they would go into Manhattan first, so it wasn't too difficult to pick up their trail again.
Traffic was bad with the holidays and all. It was mid morning before they got into the city. Percy landed Blackjack near the top of the Chrysler Building and watched the white camp van, probably thinking it would pull into the bus station but it just kept driving.
"Where's Argus taking them?" Percy muttered.
"Which girl?"
"Zoe?"
Percy tried to explain to Blackjack that taking a flying horse to a donut shop would give every cop in there a heart attack, but he didn't seem to get it. Meanwhile, the van kept snaking its way toward the Lincoln Tunnel. It had kinda occurred to me that Zoe could drive. I mean, she was a hunter and therefore immortal. If Dad could get Caelan's and I's birth certificates changed to become modern, then I'm sure Artemis could work her magic on some mortals and get Zoe a driver's license.
"Well," Percy said. "Let's get after them,"
We were about to leap off the Chrysler Building when Blackjack winnied in alarm and threw me off. I quickly righted myself in the air, hovering in the air. Vines- grape vines- had sprouted from the cracks between the stones of the building. They were wrapping around Blackjack's legs, lashing down Percy's ankles so he couldn't move. They began to snake their way to me and I lifted myself farther into the air as they began to grow upwards with me.
"Going somewhere?" Mr. D asked and I flew a little closer to the group, desperate to stay away from those vines.
He was leaning against the building with his feet levitating in the air, much like mine, his leopard-skin warm-up suit and black hair whipping in the wind.
Mr. D sighed in exasperation. "The next person, or horse, who calls me the 'wine dude' will end up in a bottle of Merlot!"
I snickered and he raised an eyebrow at me as the vines wrapped around my ankles, but allowed me to continue to float in the air. "Is something funny, Miss. di Angelo?"
"No sir." I wiped my face of any amusement and quickly set myself down as Percy took a glance behind him. He thankfully caught me just as my feet touched the ground and I sighed with relief. He knew I could become intangible, he didn't need to know I could fly. But it could throw him off the thought of my father.
