The Old Jackson Twins Book 2

Chapter Sixteen

"I must say, I'm a little bit underwhelmed," Hela commented. "Earth is not everything Thor believes it to be."

Fenris whined.

"Make no mistake, darling. It will be ours anyway."

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"I hate flying."

"I know."

"I hate it."

"I'm aware."

"I-"

"Aria. Repeating how much you hate flying is doing nothing but annoying me."

"I thought you liked the sound of my voice?" Aria teased.

Reyna didn't look up from her sword. "Sometimes."

"Sometimes?"

"Oh, hush." Reyna glanced up with a hint of a smile. "You know I'm in love with you."

"I know." Aria glanced at the plane that was being refueled before they got on. "I'm scared."

"Zeus isn't going to shoot us down," Reyna said gently. "The Big Three's pact is over. He can't, especially not if he doesn't want Poseidon destroying Olympus."

"Poseidon wouldn't destroy Olympus."

"You never know. I think your dad loves you."

"He's got a weird-ass way of showing it," Aria grumbled.

"All the gods are bad at loving their kids," Reyna said, lowering her voice even though the gods would hear her anyways. "And anyways, Zeus can't kill you without killing Sam, Steve, Bucky and Wanda. He can't risk them."

"What about you?"

Reyna shrugged. "All of Olympus hates me."

"That makes two of us." Aria nudged her. "The gods hate the both of us."

"Doesn't that worry you?"

"A little." Aria shrugged. "But it's kind of cool. We match."

"You're ridiculous."

"You have a weird way of showing that you love me, too."

Reyna grabbed her bag. "Come on, I think we have to board soon."

Aria's smile melted away. "Yeah. Right."

"I know you're scared." Reyna took her hands. "But everything's going to be fine. I'm not going anywhere."

Aria nodded shakily. "Hey, um... did you like London?"

"Yeah, I guess. Why?"

Aria glanced back at Heathrow. "No reason."

"You are confusing." Reyna tugged her hand gently. "Let's go."

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Sam leaned back into his seat and closed his eyes. Tony Stark was a very rich man, and it showed in his private plane. The seats were soft and comfortable, and the food was excellent. He was looking forward to the next seven hours.

"Is she okay?" he heard Steve ask. Sam opened one eye to see Aria staring at her feet, her face bone-white around her freckles.

"I don't know," Reyna said quietly.

"I can hear you." Aria's lips barely moved.

"Well, that's good." Reyna brushed Aria's hair away from her face. "You okay?"

"No. Not at all." Aria took a shaky breath and noticed Sam and Steve's questioning expressions. "I seriously hate planes. It's kind of a long story."