Chris had spent most of the afternoon dicing up dummies in the arena. If he spent enough time away from the Demeter cabin, he figured people would never find out what had happened between him and Cypress.
Gods of Olympus, he thought, indulging in the sweet, tantalizing memories.
The dummy almost cut him in half and he deflected the blow with a twist of his sword. Today the son of Ares was training shirtless, wearing nothing but some camouflage pants and his camp beads. A shark tooth necklace hung on his developed chest. His muscles rolled underneath his tan skin as he fought the animated dummy, slashing and stabbing in the wink of an eye. Sweat coated his face, his red hair damp in the sunlight. He was sore of course but would never admit it.
Just like he wouldn't admit his blossoming relationship with Cypress. He was pretty sure Chiron knew -- nothing much you can hide from someone who's lived 3000 years. And Argus had probably spotted them at some point too.
But no demigod possibly knew.
Why couldn't he just be open about it? Simple, he was scared.
Gods of Olympus, he thought, indulging in the sweet, tantalizing memories.
The dummy almost cut him in half and he deflected the blow with a twist of his sword. Today the son of Ares was training shirtless, wearing nothing but some camouflage pants and his camp beads. A shark tooth necklace hung on his developed chest. His muscles rolled underneath his tan skin as he fought the animated dummy, slashing and stabbing in the wink of an eye. Sweat coated his face, his red hair damp in the sunlight. He was sore of course but would never admit it.
Just like he wouldn't admit his blossoming relationship with Cypress. He was pretty sure Chiron knew -- nothing much you can hide from someone who's lived 3000 years. And Argus had probably spotted them at some point too.
But no demigod possibly knew.
Why couldn't he just be open about it? Simple, he was scared.