I couldn’t see much from our trash-filled gulley. “What are you talking about? What path? Why would you come out here just to hide as the enemy army passes by? Why are Peaches and Don talking to…Wait. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.” I tried to make a time-out sign, though my uncoordinated hands made it look more like a tent. I’m sure they’ll be in combat with the legion by the time you get there. “He and Don are with the advance group, making contact with the Nereids.”
Meg stumbled over, ambrosia crumbles stuck around her mouth. “Why won’t you come back to camp with us?” “Where are you going?” I asked, still utterly confused. Mostly, though, she seemed like a stronger version of herself-a Lavinia who had decided what she needed to do and would not rest until she did it.
She reminded me more of Reyna now, and of Meg. Her confident stance and her take-charge tone made her almost unrecognizable as the gawky, nervous legionnaire we’d met at Lake Temescal. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave her someplace safe with a couple of fauns, and of course Aurum and Argentum. “Can’t!” Reyna struggled to keep her eyes open. The faun raised his panpipes and played a lullaby, soft and low, right next to Reyna’s head. “Lavinia,” Reyna pleaded, “I’ll have to bring you up on desertion charges. They seemed concerned about her condition, but not at all about Lavinia’s rebellious lies.
Strangely, they just kept circling Reyna, occasionally licking her face or sniffing her broken leg. I glanced at the greyhounds, waiting for them to rise to their master’s defense and tear Lavinia apart. “What? I would never…I didn’t give you any such…This is mutiny!” You’ll tell everybody this was your idea.” Plan L for Lavinia! When we all get back to camp, you’re going to thank me. “Who said anything about running away? Remember, Reyna, this was your backup plan.
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