The Sea Tyrant's Obsession (PJO x ROR) 18+ WTM/WTS Book 1

*I Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever

Hermes shifted uncomfortably, his face twitching at the question. He hesitated for a moment before responding with a strained expression.

"I... I am not certain, Father," Hermes muttered, his voice lacking its usual confidence. "But knowing my son, it's entirely possible that he has something sinister planned with the casket."

"Whatever he's doing, he needs to be stopped," Hades said firmly. "Because whatever it is, it can't be good."

New title:
I Have The Worst Family Reunion Ever

"Oh no, she must have ended up facing Hermes' son," Hestia said worriedly.

Hermes paled significantly.

The tension in the room grew so thick that any mortal would have suffocated from the pressure.

Poseidon clenched the arms of his seat, his knuckles white with the strain.

Anthony volunteered to go alone since he had the cap of invisibility, but I convinced him it was too dangerous. Either we all went together, or nobody went.

"Nobody!" Tyson voted. "Please?"

"How about Percilla stays behind where it's safe while the other two go?" Poseidon suggested, his face unreadable.

He ignored the stares everyone directed at him.

"Poseidon, don't say that," Rhea said, her tone warning.

But in the end he came along, nervously chewing on his huge fingernails. We stopped at our cabin long enough to gather our stuff. We figured whatever happened, we would not be staying another night aboard the zombie cruise ship, even if they did have million-dollar bingo. I made sure Riptide was in my pocket and the vitamins and thermos from Hermes were at the top of my bag. I didn't want Tyson to carry everything, but he insisted, and Anthony told me not to worry about it.

Tyson could carry three full duffel bags over his shoulder as easily as I could carry a backpack.

The Tyrant scowled. "Is the half-breed too lazy to carry his own bag?"

Athena shivered at her uncle's tone.

We sneaked through the corridors, following the ship's YOU ARE HERE signs toward the admiralty suite. Anthony scouted ahead invisibly. We hid whenever someone passed by, but most of the people we saw were just glassy-eyed zombie passengers.

As we came up the stairs to deck thirteen, where the admiralty suite was supposed to be, Anthony hissed, "Hide!" and shoved us into a supply closet.

I heard a couple of guys coming down the hall.

"You see that Aethiopian drakon in the cargo hold?" one of them said.

The other laughed. "Yeah, it's awesome."

Anthony was still invisible, but he squeezed my arm hard. I got a feeling I should know that second guy's voice.

"Does anyone recognize that guy's voice? It doesn't sound familiar to me," Zeus asked.

Everyone either answered no or shook their heads.

"But what is an Aethiopian drakon?" Hades asked, raising an eyebrow. "Could it be some kind of serpent creature from that world?"

"I hear they got two more coming," the familiar voice said. "They keep arriving at this rate, oh, man—no contest!"

The voices faded down the corridor.

"Now there will be three of those creatures on the ship," Buddha stated.